The strongest thing on the earth is not made,
By the hands of a man or by machine.
It is not a stone of diamond or jade
And still has remained untouched and unseen.
Under the worst circumstances, it still,
Continues to gather more and more strength,
Acting upon its own instinct and will,
Pushing itself to impossible lengths.
No one can conceivably comprehend
The immeasurable power inside,
But everyone knows that wounds it helps mend
By facing things, not escaping to hide.
Look closely and listen and you'll hear it,
The fearless cries of the human spirit.
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