As I travel back to my younger days,
I remember my occluded mind.
The doings of neighbourhood and community,

Being taught always,
Darkness is sorrow,
White light is where
Peace and beauty you'll find...

That black shirt  needs no washing,
As you cannot see its furrow,
White ones should be cared...

Hide yourselves with a black cloth,
Show yourself off to the world
With an angel ring that's white....

My heart is about to rot,
My mind with agony was already whirled,
I shall now began to fight,
For my skin Is dark,
But is brighter than your soul...