I am the stronghold,
the fortress of all.
The towers of tears,
as I collect them all.
I am the shoulder,
the hope for mankind.
I am the number,
you dial when all else has failed.
To you,
I am a weapon.
I am wisdom.
I am all you need me to be.
Yet,
for you.. I will be strong,
as I crumble with each step.
I shall be your hold,
while I hold on to nothing else.
I shall be the collector of sorrow..
as I am draining myself out.
I shall be the lover,
as you take what is left of me.
I shall be it all...
for it is simply what you need.
I am your Stronghold.
Who shall be mines?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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