To who do I oweth my greatest apologies?
I'm sure, to those I have loved more,
For I've hurt so many without notice,
Sometimes for reasons I'll never be sure.
To who do I oweth my most abundant fear?
But to the human race without boundaries,
For they'd dishonor themselves in a moment,
For pathetically little or inexistent bounty.
To who do I oweth my grandest despise?
Of course, to the friends no longer at my side,
For they turned upon me without mercy,
Whether or not I'd committed any crime.
To who do I oweth my enduring love?
Most definitely to the man I adore,
For he has excepted me quite wholly,
And built in my wall a door.
To who do I oweth my lasting happiness?
Maybe my dear mothers, fathers, and I,
For I have built my own bridges,
And they have helped me set them afire.
