Trampled upon and kicked all around.
No one takes time to stop and notice me.
They just leave me laying on the ground.
That seems to be my design for this life.
Always perceived to be strong and solid.
Enduring all I am prone to be put through.
Even when I am kicked around all the time.
However, there is something that no one knew.
All the crushing kicks force me to crumble.
No one believed that I could be so delicate.
So, I am left on the ground so you can stumble.
That seems to be the reason for me in your life.