Cradling myself, home-restraint,
Hoping to make a world that I can't create;
Envisioning myself as some immortal being,
But every day, it's less of "me" that I am seeing.
If you have power, must you use it?
This God-of-Power sitting at the summit;
The strong take from the weak,
But doesn't a strong man respect the meek?
You love what you have and what you are,
But you don't take away the brightness of the stars;
You have the ability, to re-direct the sun,
But only do this to benefit everyone.
