I like those days, when I'm eager to see
The world changing and I following it.
The light is pale, vulnerable and free
And I'm adjusting, trying hard to fit.

I have been through long crisis, and messes.
Even then, the hardest ones were the best
Since I woke up stronger, with no regrets,
Full of weak hopes, and a soul free of cleft.

I like those days, when I'm seeing myself
Healing, recovering from unfairness.
I'm fighting to fit in, against myself,
Prejudices, judgments or sternness.

I will fight until I will fall again.
Because I know for sure life is unfair:
I've been a witness, and I will feel pain
And hope for best in the deepest despair.