Strength Poem by Robert Stoddard

Where is the limit of what I can be?
To what extent am I free?

Some feel they must press the line,
to let their freedom glimmer and shine.
As if to do whatever they want
not caring for those whom they may haunt.

As a child sleeps, burdened with pain.
Pain from man, on his famous mane.
As he is lifted in thunderous applaud
his freedom explodes, but hers is Saud.

Is there a limit to what I can be?
To what extent am I free?

I know the truth of prideful intent,
into lonely darkness the selfish are sent.
If I control the things that I want,
no innocent soul will my presence haunt.

Instead in her sleep she will feel high.
Surrounded by love, for her Father is nigh.
As she is lifted in glorious hope,
their potential explodes as together they cope.

There is no end to what family can be.
Supporting each other, truly, they are free.