The people who did this just could not see.
They made me sordid and shy,
They made me feel like I was going to die.
They stole part of me away,
I await patiently that part of me to return one day,
So I can feel safe and complete,
feel satisfied and sweet.
If that day were only tomorrow,
I would not have to beg nor borrow,
and would feel no more sorrow,
If only that day would be tomorrow.
But tomorrow never comes my way,
only living in fear, sometimes anger today,
At least they have all past away.