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!