What you think it means to be strong, is not the same for me.
Where you might see softness, I can find strength.
Where you think you’ve found weakness, I can see depth.
If I can stand, I’ll stand with others.
If I fall, I’ll be okay. I’ll get up again. This bit I’ve got. That part is strong.
If you fall, I’ll try and help you. And if I can’t, I’ll stand by you.
Strength is not how you see me.
Strength is how I am, how I live.
Strong is not what you think. It’s not yours to give.
It’s mine. It’s me.
