I'm angry hurt depressed and wrought,
By circumstances not my fault,
Yet blame is place upon my path,
That I would own this aftermath,
My mothers stars expanse of night,
My fathers will condensed in time,
That I might be a part of these,
These raging fist yet on their knees,
Eyes to see the yet to become,
That without accused of the one,
To balance all of mine within,
And accredited am I the worlds sin,
My shoulders weighed blame the others bought,
For circumstances not my fault...
