i don't understand it, but i do know it. and that makes all the difference.

There is that one thing there
Inside somewhere
In the morning when i rise
Or when dreams of rapture cleanse my eyes

It tells me this and that
"you're really bad at this, and terrible at that"
And whatever it is inside?
You should know now that it is right

For i will fail, and who knows why?
But try as i may, i could never cease to try
There are small victories to be won,
Hope to be had, see the rising sun

So please understand
i am just a man
Merely a peasant,
Yet a son of the King.