What can I do with this feeble heart
My plans are true, then fall apart
The course is plain for all to see
Except that one, that one who’s me

I think I’m doing what I should do
Not thinking of how, or what, or who
For those who care about my turn
Instead of being a source of concern

Sometimes I think that I am right
To do what’s good in my minds sight
But those who are the ones I love
I sometimes think of me above

To look inside is such a gift
But seeing clear is better if
You use the glasses of other eyes
And see my warts that I despise

A love lost when, does it matter now
That I was wrong with tattered brow
I must affix a bandage to this man so ****
And make amends for my feeble heart.