You walked through every tornado So you could say that you made it alive Through wind and rain, snow and ice Did you bother acknowledging the Warmth of the sun in your two melted brown eyes And that you don’t always need to be Struggling or fighting or competing With something bigger Than yourself to win It might look like glory Because it tastes like fresh clouds And small lights hung in the middle of the night But you’re tougher than tree bark Put together stronger than bricks Your cement must be the opposite of an escape Only, you’ve trapped yourself hunting for a release