From weakness, Strength.

Advocate of the destructive

Patron saint of the misplaced

Tending to the broken ones

Amassing slaps to the face

When relegated to the edge

There's no other way to play

Forced to impose on others

Cause no one thought to save you space

You poor and broken down soul

When you hit the ground roll

You'll never get to fly

Like your brothers in the clouds

But you get access to a view

Accessible only from the ground

You don't want to play

With your siblings the piss ants

Ignore the things they'll say

To all that are different

Someday they'll all find

They can't cross this expanse

On wings so they'll fall

And you'll make up the distance

They're hands are too clean

They haven't lived life

Cause life isn't life

Without all our strife

If you survive it life supplies

The hardest sort of armor

fitting only the miscreant

the laborer, the farmers

Will we get our comeuppance?

Not if we don't survive

So shoulder the plow

and for now? Stay alive.