Frailty Thy Name Is
Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken
By those who seek triumph over weak
Burning with hatred's lone desire
To conquer the very mild and meek
Yet Frailty knows strength resides inside
Falling in tears from eyes filled with pain
In suffering, strength does truly lie
From this strength, Frailty derives its name
One must carry the burdens of life
Bearing painful scars upon one's soul
For to feel the pain of your brother
Instills the strength of both young and old
Knowledge gained through the harshest of times
Provides the deep well from which to draw
Lending the stiff fortitude needed
From Frailty's hidden depths, strength will claw
Tis true that Frailty is redemption
To feel, is what heart was meant to do
Without Frailty, heaven disappears
And Hell-fires, will only burn for you
Frailty, thy name is oft mistaken
By men blinded by the strength inside
Claiming their superiority
Seeing not past their own weak divide
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2007
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