We are born into sin
Yet we are Angels in our beloved
mothers eyes.

We grow up with smiles and tears
in our eyes, but yet we grow up
to forget those hurts and pains.

Teenagers so care free, yet so cautious.
We would not dare to stand in corners with boys, nor hold hands in public.

Now grown up we forget where we come from.
Values chucked out the window not to be picked up again.

Past so painful, we fought to be free.
Past so joyful because we loved ourselves and knew that we deserve better.
Past so beautiful that every man was your father or brother, every woman your mother or sister.
Past, Past, Past...

Past so irrelevant, yet a reminder.
Past gone, the dark future looms.
The cry, the smile, the joy and the pain.
This is the irrelevance of the past
for it never determines your future, but makes you who you are.