When I get lost and need you there
I try to see just what is fair
Who\'ll correct me when I\'m wrong
And help me find where I belong
In which one I can depend
The glue that\'s fixes, helps to mend
The piece of tape that holds it right
The little voice that\'s full of fright
The wise old owl who puts it blunt
The little beast that\'s full of funk
The rush of energy that motivates
The lack of will to negotiate
And when I find I can no longer run
Then I\'ll know I\'m truly done.