I was sweet and nice, modest and happy
They were rude and crude, arrogant and angry
You made me bow to them and be kind about it
While they kicked me around and called me a hermit!
The good I did was of concern to nobody,
My blood that ebbed was like water to your eyes,
As they beat my soul and scarred my body,
thickened dust from your garden rode through my veins
This was my heaven, at peace with my thoughts
My life unknown was bound by your restraints
Imperfect it was, this adherence to bounds
Free now I was away from the shades of shadows
I yelled in horror through the roads of silence,
As the mists of morning washed my face
Anguish I feared will drive me to repentance,
But encroached upon me a blissful sense of trance
Days and nights these flowers will bloom,
as darkness slides, dispersed mist of life shall rise
Glory as you told would only pave way for my doom
Why hide upon me, a field thats pure and nice
Castaway to the world beneath,
My might I kept as my vision shined through
The perils of freedom it smelled always fresh
And that danger I shall embrace till the very last breath
Lay me to rest as the bells of gone days ring,
And I shall wake up, only to shine again !
