You always were stronger than me Nothing could ever break you When I cracked and fell to pieces, Your mortar held, sound. I was made of weakness Wax and string, crumbling clay. You were the solid stone, The brick fortress. Winds battered us, crushing and swirling. Though I flew away, my fingers slipping and losing their grip, You held tight, so simply. So strong. I lost everything You always managed to stay. I guess all people aren't created equally.