Strength is what gives us the will to live,
To keep going when we know all is lost.
Strength is what stems from pain
And uses our pasts to toughen our hearts.
Strength hardens our souls and
Helps us get out of bed in the morning.
It is what tells us to hold our heads high,
And put one foot in front of the other.
Strength is red and black and orange and pink.
Strength is a fire burning in the pit of one’s stomach,
That little voice in the back of their mind,
Telling them everything will be okay.
Strength is what keeps us away from drugs and suicide.
Strength is knowing you’ve had it rough,
Strength is knowing there’s nowhere to go but up.
Strength is putting your tortured mind at rest
And fighting for a better life.
Strength is smiling when you want to cry,
And putting on a show for others while you die inside.
Torment is not knowing your purpose in life;
Strength is finding the determination to discover it.