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 become: 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.