He stood tall,
Strong in spirit like a soldier,
But only a fighter of peace,
And in this battle he sees everything as one.
When he sees someone that has been knocked down,
His tears he cries,
They come from empathy and sorrow,
A much deeper thought and his tears remind him it seems that others hardly care,
Though it shakes his world, it makes him more determined.
His strength is made of many things, which creates a shield,
Simple things,
Like expression,
Genuine love,
All the qualities that will draw positive energy,
All things that will welcome inspiration.
He didn't feel like he was doing enough,
Nothing huge to change the world's issues.
But what is happening,
Is something that he cannot see,
There is an affect on many people that did not necessarily cross his path,
There's things he's not aware of,
Often passing from one person to the next,
Or now some have a little bit of hope,
It provoked their thoughts,
Making a larger army of soldiers.
The world tries to knock them down,
But now they know they must continue.
©2004 Molly Nicole