STRweakONG

I can be strong

For those who are weak.

A rock, an anchor

To cling to at sea.

I am the walls

That keep out the pain.

I am the shield

To protect you from harm.

A sword to fight back,

To stand up and not fear.

A word of encouragement

Whispered in ears.

The hand that is reaching,

Eager to help.

The arms that are open,

Itching to hug,

To hug, to soothe, to pat on the back.

I hate to see suffering,

When I suffer too.

If I can walk tall,

Unbreakably so,

Not crushed by the weight

Of all that I know.

Should I not try and save

Every soul that I see?

I can be strong

For those who are weak,

But should I have to be?

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