Not just an average jargon.
Carries a heavy weight of being a mentor, teacher, friend, confidant, sister, great listener.

One way or another, I try my best to elevate people up throughout my entire career.
The reason I want power, is because I want to change how management is done.
I want to tell people, we don’t have to lie to people, or manage them.
They can manage themselves – I just need to be sincere in grooming them, or helping them learn.
From there, we weed off good ones and bad ones. There’s no perfect ones. Including myself.

To always help the marginalised, the group who don’t own their own voices.
Who can’t speak up for themselves – those who can’t summon their courage to do so.
To those who think they can’t – to help them believe they can.

But who helps me, who mentors me, who listens to me, who is my friend, who is my confidant.


Why do I do, just as you say,
Why must I just, give you your way
Why do I sigh, why don’t I try, to forget
It must have been, that something lovers call fate
Kept me saying, “I have to wait”
I saw them all, just couldn’t fall, ’til we met
It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around, and finally found, the somebody who
Could make me be true, and could make me be blue
And even be glad, just to be sad, thinking of you
Some others I’ve seen, might never be mean
Might never be cross, or try to be boss, but they wouldn’t do
For nobody else, gave me a thrill,
With all your faults, I love you still