Strong people break down quietly
With a calm smile on their face...
They know the bitter taste of own defeat
They face, they meet the failure calmly.
No hype, you'll never recognise
the measure of their pain...
Strong people become stronger
But never they remain the same!
[Most honest anyway!]
They do not hide the fact, that they were happy
Having experienced the freedom of the soul...
While people made of 'clay' - they envy
they do not like such
For their strong and rigid inner alloy...
Strong people staggering in pain
Have Never Nobody to blame
For the fact that for the benefit the other sagged
And conscience was easily exchanged for pull...
For the fact that friends became the enemies
without forgiving achievements and victories,
For being proud of the falls of a friend,
At the same time lowering yourself.
Strong people silently decide about the matters...
Their cross is sometimes hard to hold
Both wings are broken in the cold
Of letters sent, but answers yet behold.
They still keep dragging on themselves
The cross is never given to the weaklings
They are the siblings of the sacred fate
The Lord himself is willing to raise them
Out of the envy of the dug holes...
Strong people do not whine,
they do not teach, being a role model already...
It doesn't matter that the clouds in the sky are steady
It's more important that the inner sun is bright...
Who wants to - will achieve!
Those who believe - can overcome whatever
Strong people - they forgive
And in forgiveness it is worthy to love and to live
Even though strong people break down as well
They can fix it themselves.