He
He stands so proud
and stands so tall
but how easily he bends
with one word from me
he fell like a tree
being broken by the wind
he wears his strength
just like a shield
and like a mountain he is strong
but with a touch from my hand
he's a wounded man
who's weapons are all gone
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