Welcome

You are back to the land of love

A lot of friends have been colored in black

Do not see from someone else's glass

For the glass you own is the best in town

The soul u carry is the purest amongst all

Walk briskly for the steps others tell are not true

True are the ones who waited for you

And watch you with hope of turning to them

Take their hands and pray to God

For showing you once again that correct path.