It's strange how things have gotten now,I know I tried, but I failed somehow.I gave my best to make my mark,Yet I failed to make it work.
Never to give up, nor to rest,I try and fail, and that's a conquest.No fear or regrets for the choices I make,It's what the heavens have decidedFor me to take.
I know that I'm not perfect,And perhaps never will be.I can change myself for anyone's pride,And let those peasants see.