Without Fail
It must be right,
No chance in might,
I dont have it, then future's not bright,
So what can I do? I can't fight,
I'm no knight.
But I can make this right,
Stop this blight,
I put on myself, this sleight
that was all too trite.
Now my goal is in sight,
though I'm far away,
I can take flight!
This poem is about:
Me
My family