The Warrior Within

There was once a young lad Who could not lift much He was thought of as weak and not manly as such He would carry along his path A singe stone As he trekked through the depths Of a haunted forest all alone As time slid by Surely as the cold winds moaned He grew stronger and stronger Carrying that single stone Before too long he would gather and amass every rock and pebble that he so happened to stumble past He filled his every pocket Stone on top of stone Topping up his bulging backpack Toiling zone after rugged zone Soon the young lad Was a young lad no more As he ventured back Tired, bruised and abundantly sore As he arrived In a land he knew as home Not one recognized him As he carry with him an army of stones What once was a boy Of feeble means Was now a mighty strong man Strong, sturdy and lean Challenge yourself every day And you will become the warrior you could only dream to be