How can we stop this from happening?

What do you think of this song?

What is this poem about?

I used to be big and strong and hopeful. I was beautiful and my eyes shone bright.

The wind pushed me and I pushed it back. I always won. Me. Myself.

But one day there was a gale. A gale so ferocious that I fell down.

I sat up and licked my wounds. My face was still unscathed.  

After the gale there came a hurricane and I grew weaker.

When I looked ahead I couldn't see hope.

It had hidden behind a storm cloud.

I felt myself becoming small.

My face was greyish.

I only spoke snow

And sorrow.

I knew my

Time

Was

Up.

I feel for him