Without Fail

It must be right, 

No chance in might,

I dont have it, then future's not bright,

So what can I do? I can't fight,

I'm no knight.

 

But I can make this right,

Stop this blight,

I put on myself, this sleight

that was all too trite.

 

Now my goal is in sight,

though I'm far away, 

I can take flight!

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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