I am weathered
But not hardened
I am cracked
But not broken
I may blow over
But never down
The storm leaves its
Wreckage on the ground
But like all things lost
They can be found
My clothes are tattered
My hair is soaked
But inside is dry
And still full of hope
My feet are scarred
My hands are blistered
My knees are bloodied
But my heart resisted
My soul stays strong
And my spirit stays wild
Teasing hurricanes
Like a feral child