I sit in all my gloom in my lonely room.
The truth has been nothing but lies
but the lies have told nothing but the truth.
I am proud of who I am
but I am ashamed of what I have been.
That long lonely road offers me its comfort once again.
I have done things I can not forget.
But do not live your life with regret
is the wisdom offered by the dead.
But I have taken all of this old hate
and I have turned it into something great.
And now all the wrong I have done in the past
can be laid to rest and forgiven at last.
And now I have a chance to start over.
And now that I have grown bolder,
I will no longer live like I am waiting to die.
Because tonight
my life is finally mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem