I look back no longer with sadness but joy,
The long days and restless nights,
The harshness of the sun’s heat by day,
The cruelty of the howling wind by night,
The echoing laughter of mocking ghosts,
At our pangs of hunger and gasps for water.
I look back no longer with worry but pride,
For even though bent and burdened,
You stand tall and share your strength,
Even though deprived by barren land,
You find ways to live the dream!
I look back no longer incensed but with sobriety,
Like fine wine you warm the soul,
Thorns and briers now protect you,
Like a queen you rule and serve,
Hardened by life but bejewelled by time!
