his strength

Falling weak in his strength, like a leaf from a tree, His body once strong, now fragile as a breeze. His step once steady, now faltering with each pace, His heart once full of hope, now filled with grace. His spirit once soared high, now weighed down with fear, His dreams once bright, now dimmed by doubt and tear. His will once unbreakable, now tested by time, His soul once pure, now tainted by the slings of crime. But still he stands, though weakened by the fight, His spirit unbroken, his will still in sight. For in the depths of his soul, a fire still burns, A flame of hope, that never shall be torn.