The muscle can tear and heal like magic
Stronger than ever before,
I ponder the fact and I think it's tragic,
The mind cannot be restored.
Once attacked; damaged, broken, despaired,
Like cancer, can spread to the soul.
So complicated yet can't be repaired,
It threatens to swallow you whole.
No pills, no plasters, surgery, casts.
And it cannot heal on its own.
So how to protect it I must ask,
To a danger of which we're all prone?
Sin and tragedy, suffering, pain.
We must take the bad with the good.
And since we are human I question again,
Because I've never quite understood.
Resisting corruption, you'd have to be blind.
Wear a shield for the rest of your life.
Or Strengthen and train, this muscle, your mind.
Protect it from tragedy's knife.
Beware over-lifting for it could still tear,
This burden of life is no sport.
When you feel yourself buckle and you cannot bear,
Reach out and ask for support.