Empowerment of the Soul

As humankind,
we often speak,
of the little things,
which make us weak.

As strong as we seem,
we all have our flaws,
some bring thim out,
with no apparent cause.

The words in which they spray,
sink so very deep,
they last forever,
and come out when we weep.

For physical pain,
is no match,
to the mental suffereing,
they have hatched.

A war with oneself,
is the most brutal of all,
for we know our inner weaknesses,
the ones which cause us to fall.

You can tear yourself up,
until you are nothing at all,
we stand in true form,
and to Him we call.

Nothing,
not even a sound,
I tolf you He wasn't here,
He'll never be found.

For if He truly loved us,
how could He let us all?
Why would he let us do this,
and not care at all?

So I shall run,
until I can no more,
I'll search for answers,
but bear much more.

I will not rest,
with war wounds at hand,
I'll take you all with me,
we'll start a band.

We will find all the answers,
one's He could not provide,
and we will not show,
the least bit of pride.

We'll conquer our demons,
keep them at bay,
forget all the ones,
that will always betray.

Carved in stone,
all across the land,
together we fight,
hand in hand.