There’s a strength in you,
it shows up in everything you do.
It fills you up and hollows you out,
reminding you of your voice, it asks you to shout.
Tell them that you can’t be controlled,
that your character can’t be sold.
Let the world hear the melodies of your voice,
Let them know that your pain isn’t their choice.
It’s not about how many tears you’ve shed,
It isn’t about the stories that follow you to bed.
It doesn’t matter if you’ve been beaten down and bruised,
And I’m definitely not talking about the number of people you’ve used.
There is no definition of strength,
It can’t be explained at length.
There’s strength in the tears that burn in the shadows of your eyes,
There’s strength in the whimper that precedes your cries.
There’s strength in the holding yourself together all day,
There’s strength in keeping your anger at bay.
It stands out in your anger as you defend the needy,
It shows up when you refrain from being greedy.
It’s present when you’re crying on your bathroom floor,
There’s strength in the tears you shed behind the closed door.
Yes, there’s strength in letting go,
After all, your story wasn’t easy to show.