I would bury it deep in my heart.
I could not show them true,
Because they see me,
For a perfect leader.
Though my lady tell's,
They took me not because
For my perfects but
For my ways to tackle them.
But if i show them true,
I may not be a leader,
Nor a worthy friend.
Just a man in the dozen.
Thou i should try try,
To make the wrongs go clean,
But i try to bury them
As deep as they go down.
They stay in my heart,
As a painful stagging dagger,
That hold my failures benched.
Everytime i fail,
I blame them for others,
Instead of bringing them together,
I keep them stagged apart.
Just as a trapped crab,
That holds others from climbing off.
I am not worthy as,
Their is no good in me.
Show me a way to,
Dock this sinking boat.
Not to save me.
But to save those,
Whom i stagged.
As leadership is a burden,
That pulls me to the bottom.
Just let me save those,
Who keeps me from the bottom.
