Dawn always follows night;
In every dark cloud lies a silver lining;
Permanently, no condition lasts.
You thought I was worth nothing,
You felt I was worth nothing,
You made me a slave to love;
Cruelly torturing my heart,
Tossing me in the trash when I needed you most;
Leaving me to the mercy of adversities.
To you I was a rejected stone,
In the lives of many- a cornerstone,
Exalted in a palanquin,
Addressed like a king;
Glorified with humility and meekness.
Winning like never before,
As an embodiment of grace;
Emitting valor and prowess,
Sorry you lost.
Had I known,
A song of regret you sing.
Wishing what you did never happened;
Hoping sour memories are forgotten,
And your deeds forgiven.
Love grows in comfort,
Attracted by those deserving.
A prayer I say daily,
That you treat those you meet with respect;
So you lose not again.
WRITTEN BY ANGEL DZIDULA-KOMLA
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