OUR STRENTH

OUR STRENTH

Forged by God,
yet perfect words i cannot find.
Only human,
falllen by a demons battle-cry.
Is this the norm for us normal.
Awaiting, looking for the wings
that in heart allow us to fly.

Icy mornings and dark sunsets,
the shadows always tainting.
Within the depths of hollow,
The soul always maintaining.
Forged by greatness,
this is our sadness,
yet for each day it is our strenth.