Children Without Hands

They have to grow up strong,
In their thoughts they battle all wrong,
Push away fear and corrosion,
In every situation they have a song.

Powerful as this may not seem,
Carry me it did, through the winter night,
Storms I did not know I was fighting,
Neither a goal I had in sight.

Think straight and stay strong, I was told,
Then inspired by any even young and old,
Not a rolling stone gathering no moss,
Don’t you see I am solid gold?

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