On that same inhumane street when I tread, It ever finds me guilty of being unable and afraid. Next time I assure, irrespective of fear, to defend. Of courage, of fear yet another year comes to an end.
Everywhere around, foul filth surrounds, System's rotten and rationality hardly counts. Although little, I assert to care and mend. Of good, of evil yet another year comes to an end.
Fear of betrayal locks me in a room, Out I see foes more and much of gloom. But it's all living so I avow to peep out of window and make a friend. Of love, of hate yet another year comes to an end.
I am sorry again for my irresponsible attempt, I retreated without even a try. Amidst dark but towards optimism I pledge to tend, Of hope, of despair yet another year comes to an end.
Knocking at doors is the dawn of following year And I promise as always to play it fair. Some goodness I'll borrow, some I'll lend, Of life, of me yet another year comes to an end.
