In the middle I find myself with no defense
In the middle I see myself with nothing to utter
In the midpoint of it all I stand alone to survive
The odds so numerous against my solitary even
In the nucleus of it all lays my singular ideology
Lugged in a circle so inescapable I must subsist
No alliance as every man must hold onto himself
In there I hoist firmly with a set aim to achieve
As obstacles appear thus is my decision to retain
The good the bad absolutely no retreat to make
In the center of of it all I endure my conviction I own
Till the end of time no fright for no offense breathe
