War torn and forlorn, does the battle inside bring you down?
Or does it inevitably lift you up?
Does your eye see beyond the immediate pain?
Are you able to visualize the gain?
Do you feel the weakness burning away, oh noble soul?
Or does the cold harsh night swallow you whole?
What love is left for your to pull from?
Don’t quit now, I know you aren’t done
To hell and deeper and there you are
Standing there without a care
And life may not be fair, but
To climb a mountain…
To be so close to the peak…
How could you do such a disservice to yourself?
Raise your hands, pound on your chest
Beckon your personal power and nothing less
You are strong, but you could be stronger
What will your seventy year old voice say…
about your STRENGTH?