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.