Strength to Weakness

Figuring out where life takes us
The roads we chose to follow
Define our very being
Qulities we see, admire, covet
For our own, are just visions
Of what we all can be,

I like to think I'm strong
But when I saw him beaten
To a bloody pulp,
Seconds raced before
My trembling feet would stray

Yet when I came across
A boy, no older than myself
I held his hand
And watched him die
Bullets riddled in his chest,
Dragging him from the line of fire
So he could find peace
At his last breath

For many months,
I questioned where I stood,
In fear or strength,
Till everything became confused
Memories disapeared
Re-made anew
Till I thought I'd saved the boy
Stepped up earlier
To defend another,
And darkness took my heart
When I woke to the truth,
Fear, cowardness and anger
Bubbled beneath me,
Until I saw you,
Taking the same abuse
I'd been through as a child,
Crying the tears I used to,
Till I realised tears meant nothing
But I wanted to save you,
Save your tears, your smiles,
And I one blow for you,
Just one to show I cared,
Then led you out into the sun,
I saved your future,
You kept you tears, you love
Did not abandon hope,
Became strong, from all
He'd ever made you see,

What do these deads make me?