In this world, I find myself alone, surrounded by a chaos of troubles, including my own and you expect me to stand strong as everything crumbles, because you want me to help you atone?
I am a dancing light through the darkness for many, it seems, through their stress. My heart grows weary, yet I remain humble, as you plead for me to protect.
Through all of your worries and woes, I stand with you, and I oppose; But when all is resolved, I'm left to struggle as life deals me blow after blow.
Why is life so ominously wicked to those who are giving and committed? Through it all, my priorities are juggled and from my time you greatly benefit.
But these questions keep manifesting in my mind: Why do I care so much, and why am I so kind? Why must I carry everyone's burdens when they do not feel inclined?