The Strong


They call me strong.As though I was born strong.
Do they not know that strength must come through pain?
They see me strong,
They do not know
That strength is born through fire and tears;
Those who are strong
Think deeper oftentimes,
Cry harder in the night,
Fight longer,til they bleed...
Til no way out is offered and hope is all but gone.
These are the strong.
They call me strong,as though I was born strong;
Do they not know it is the price of blood?

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