Help Yourself First

Why do you weep there, lonely soul? Do you feel that you’ve lost control? Have you not a friend to assist To guide you through your autumn mist? Do you not wish to turn around? Can you not find solid ground? Can you see a friend to guide? Or, are you destined to just hide? Can you see the future, so near? Have you given up and into fear? Lest you be prisoner to thine soul Can you not resume control? For you must decide to make your change Unto your life, you must now rearrange