Remember when I said to you -
"God has room under the sky for you too." ?
Sometimes, I wish someone would tell me the same,
But I know, inside, there's no one but me to blame.

All my tears have been shed.
All my thoughts have turned to dread.
My chest has turned into lead.
Am I still alive or am I dead?

Perhaps, someday, it will all go away,
With a smile, I shall greet another day,
Defiant I stand, in front of it all,
With mud sprayed on my face -
I still stand tall!

Today, I am defeated -
Tomorrow I will be defeated too.
After two days, I will still be defeated,
And in three days, I remain defeated.
In four days, I will keep being defeated,
After D days, perhaps it will stop.

I am feeble in body, mind and soul,
A lost, white lamb, tainted with coal,
I must keep smiling, I must walk forward,
Time waits for no one!

-- I shall have a drink.