The world is a concession of fear and hope,
And there are many people living who struggle to cope,
I ought to be there for others, I think it is my place to help,
My intentions are pure, to do good and be great,
However, sometimes the outcome is never perceived how I felt.
I began to understand that not everyone has the trait to see how I see and be who I set out to be.
It's not my place to fix a broken world,
To call upon myself as a god,
When I don't have the ability to heal and connect all.
Human strength is to learn that often times the outcome of good, is the execution of evil,
I am nothing but a person trying to be civil, to play fair in a world that is just not that simple.
Just like battles, I must pick and choose my service,
It is not always my place to be the form of escape.