I am but a single person,
something which can only do so much,
yet so little at the end,

I try my best to help that which is in front of me,
yet I end up just abusing myself in the end,
I wish at times to balance that which I just can't,

I try to do things myself,
I like the feeling of accomplishment that it bring,
that proud yes which I so deem covenant,

I am but one soul,
I dare to fail to make it this far,
but how long can I go I never know,

I refused to listen to others,
for I think they're just trying to play me down,
I think i'm strong but I know i'm otherwise,

I still have the dream that i'll make it,
and I know that I have to,
it is my right to do so,

until that day comes,
i'll abuse myself to keep on surviving,
grabbing each accomplishment til I tire down,

days have no rest for me,
I will succeed and I mark myself for it,
for it is the story that I write myself with.