Stronghold

Slowly, securely, the ivy winds
itself around until its vines
are strong enough to hold and bind
the arbor, which thinks it holds the vine

Limitations

I can't possess the moment of the breeze
Or capture smells from flowers growing wild
I can't abolish painful tragedies
Or dry the painful tears of every child
I don't recall a time I did not long
To save the world and rescue every heart
I don't think small but I have been so wrong
To think that I could carry out that part
I won't give up although it seems in vain
My passion to find justice in this world
My powers to rekindle dwindling flames
Are limited but still will not be hurled
I cannot let my love of life expire
As long as there's a spark I tend the fire.