Dark were those days,
And I was still living in illusion,
But thanks to foe called friends,
Now, with my eyes wide open,
I know who I am.
Humiliated, rejected, bashed and thrashed,
That's the best way to describe my journey of the past.
I kept my hands in the pocket during the time of pain,
Didn't let one of them to search for gun and another for cocaine.
Gradually the time passed by,
And everything has turned around,
With me again but minus the days which made me insane.
But even if time changes and everything turns around,
One should never forget where he comes from.
So the dark black past remains my most valued possession,
Reflecting my struggle for life full of compassion.