It's the power and strength to go on
The highest Everest to climb
The will and the way to do what is right
The desire to be greater.
The satisfaction at the end of war
The remorse for killing the deed
And the strength to admit it.
The boundaries of love
The limitations of truth
The strength of the weak
Do not exist
In his heart alone.
These are his strengths
It is his armor that is his downfall
For it weighs him down.
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Poetry.....Beginning To End
KöltészetThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
