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.
