the strong voiced at the weak
and
laughed at his flaws endlessly
but
the weak relied upon the God
and
walked at his plans knowingly
and
time laid pastures to the weak
across the Silver Spring stream
down the dried up death vale
oh
ticking away the warm tears
winning away the calm hearts
fading away the autumn blues
now,
the strong stared at his lone face
whilst
weak smiled at his strength in God
