I would stand alone all day

Never caring anyway

Staring out into the open

Trying to rope in

Lonely and cold

No longer strong and bold

No friends to play with

I'm not any blacksmith

I can't carve my way through life

Always in strife

Not as strong as metal

but not as delicate as a petal

Will someone choose kindness?

They'll be at their finest

Saving me

So I can be who I'm meant to be