Strength

He may be battered by the storms,

And by the years he’s seen,
But he stands proudly, fierce and strong
In spite of where he’s been.
 
He is a fighter, he won’t quit,
And he will never run,
He’d proudly do, once more again,
The things that he has done.
 
And when he’s called, again, to stand
Before the coming storm,
He’ll rise up in the face of fear,
To face down each new swarm.
 
So look not at his battered face,
But at his focused gaze,
For he is stronger than you think;
Wiser for these hard days.