The gentle touch of early morning rays
To my heart its subtlety, something says.
Is it human to be so immeasurably weak?
Is it the nature of the mind to be so meek?
In each brave soul that I meet around
Vulnerability somewhere does abound.
Behind the fierce eyes of these warriors
Lay a frail heart subverted by barriers.
This gawky ostentatious show of strength
This hallelujah prolonged to a great length,
In them does lay their hollow victories
Each herd made all of just sentries,
Guarding the façade of their own accord
Illusionary camaraderie with no discord.

Is it human to be so immeasurably weak?
Is it the nature of the mind to be so meek?