Do I want to be weak,
beaten down and scared?
To be a victim of fear?
My spirit and soul do not connect.
My spirit is strong,
but my soul is weak.
I\'m not suited just to be a victim,
I don\'t fit in with this fear.
Am I strong,
Or am I weak?
It goes back and forth, constantly.
It confuses me, and makes me feel fake.
I am weak.
I am scared.
I\'m beaten down,
and need repairs.
But there is a me in tomorrows light,
that isn\'t the me I see today.
One true,
and bright.
That fights off the night.
And at dawn, sings a prayer,
thanking the Lord,
who was always there.
I am weak.
I am scared.
But I am a lie.
A shell of fear.
My spirit\'s inside,
bursting through,
to share it\'s infinite light,
with the weak soul,
so it can connect, and realine.
I am strong.
I am brave.
Just the mold,
of something deep inside,
that carrys infinite Light.