This narrative begins at a point in time 
in this unfamiliar reality, where you have been defined 
not as you were, but as what you’ve [bad word]  
a brother to all, but a son to no one. 

I was once not unlike you. 
Benign and beaten down, 
I scoured the corners of the earth 
in search of a better way. 
I ploughed the furthest depths, myriad leagues below, 
and where you found that sinking feeling, 
that’s where I found myself. 

I told myself that there was nothing there for me, 
ensnared within a vacancy that only I could see. 
Each step I ever took was a vow 
never to return to that place I left, 
in search of what I always lacked: 
My security. 

I know this desperation breeds acceptance of any alternative, 
so I made a promise to myself that I won’t break. 

Meet me at the turning point, 
I’ll be waiting there for you my friend. 

Give me strength. 
Give me a new mentality. 
Give me hope. 

Meet me at the turning point, 
I’ll be waiting there. 

Give me strength. 
Give me a new mentality. 
And give me hope.