To turn the tides in war the battle’s fought

In sep’rate strategy and unison,

Responding to the needs of greatest good

To each his own specific garrison.

I’m wont for something that I cannot own

I live, I die through others words and face.

What most I hold is spoilage of my ear

And that which requires a lightened chase.

I blame my father, mother, all the while

I sit stagnate retarding further gains.

The culprit lies not in another name:

My loss, my shame, only in me retains.

For betterment I must cast eye to self.

Deliv’rance requires inward change.

I need some help, I need a guiding force.

When left alone my heart and mind estrange.