I’m the weakest man, or so I claim to be
Been wandering for so long, in my hellish land, in my stormy sea
Never found the courage to denounce what I proclaimed
As I found myself lost, distraught and ashamed

Then I’ve met a little girl, smiling, but I know she’s sad
Seen within her eyes, a sorrow I once had
A woe that can’t easily be erased by others
At least no one did for me as I put my pieces together

She’s broken beyond recognition and living each day bitter
But I know and will believe that she can put the pieces back,
For even as the weakest man, I can put mine together
What more a woman as strong as her, blessed with courage and luck

She made a mistake and ****** up I presumed
In any way, she thought she was doomed
All hope is lost and darkness already swallowed light
But I want to speak with all my heart, Girl, I believe you can fight!

Don’t be ashamed, you are already great
Baring one's heart once again is an amazing feat
The world is just not in the right… girl you are not wrong
It’s okay to cry, it has been too hard to you for so long

I hope to say to that girl, if I can meet her again
Don’t hesitate to seek the weakest in traversing the rain
Even though it’s a fight you alone will have to fight in the end
Who said that you can’t ask the assistance of the wind?

--- This is the world’s weakest man going out
--- Created April 4, 2022
--- Last revised June 14, 2023