If the world hates you Know that it hated me first If you always come last And are always blinded as a bat Know that this is not your home

Love the soul that has seen more pain Embrace the poor man Who has seen it all Walk with me in the alley In my torn jeans and cheap shoes

I cannot understand love Maybe am not good in expressing it Or am a monster who lures and devours Many have walked away from me Many have hurt and trampled

Today the devil reminded me That am a scrap to be thrown into the bin Today the devil and his family visited me And pumped into my brain that I

No matter much how we hide our past How we plow and bury it beneath the dust No matter how we show we have nothing left No ounce of love

When misfortunes knock When life presses its lock When enemies laugh and mock All you are reduced to is but a sock Dirty, smelly and torn When it rains it

Make me understand why life is bitter Why pain is a brother and trouble the sister Make me understand why I toil for wealth Only to see it devoured by

What is life If I cannot dance in the rain And cannot engage in my childhood plays What is life If I dread to pursue my dreams For the fear

There was a day I used to sing so well That scoundrels had their tears well There was a day I sounded the piccolo That my jeers hearkened to my

When pain parades its pus When trouble trails my tail When misfortunes muster like mice When despair disdains and destructs I pick myself up If sadness serrates my soul If

I used to pen down the unimaginable Pieces that left many perplexed In awe of where I subscribed to I used to ink down the immense Art that left them

My sun refuses to rise at times And my moon sinks deep into the oblivion The stars shy off from their glimmer Paving way to this devouring darkness That sucks