Those days of blurry prediction,

Those days of fear,

When the chains gripped my wrists,

and the shackles cringed my feet.

Those days I was green,

And tossed here and there like a child’s swing,

Those days I’d scream; “I’m innocent! I’m innocent!!”

But no ears to see, and no eyes to hear.

For I did it, but I was right.

The law couldn’t feel my pain,

And it spared the prey.

I took the laws in my own hand,

Only to hear that I’ve sinned!

Now, they say I’m free.

As if for 10 years, I’ve only sleep

I laugh them to scorn,

To what world do I now belong,

And what is it to say home?

For the outside world has rejected me,

and the inward too has bid me bye,

But where do I now stay?

When the chains I hate,

I have now cherished!