Behind every corner,
I stood with no honour,
Past every road to wander,
I heard not more than a slander.
Days up the tiresome year,
My life did nevertheless mature,
Into a being, a useful youngster,
Ready to build up, a jovial future,
My past was in tatters,
My present was in a mess,
But wait, should my future be a distress?
HELL NO! i wanna get out of this darkness.
Forever ever, never ever forever......
Unto those who did me dirt,
Unto those those who did me shit
Remember unto me is a shining cloud,
Peculiar, a mystery my being found.
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