Today I don’t mourn my yesterday,
for I bury all weakness that was my past,
and thank it for showing me the way,
to fight for a better tomorrow at last;
what if the world wasn’t kind before?
how would it when I wasn’t kind to myself,
suck frustrations and blow it through the door,
who but me to place myself on a high shelf;
why worry as new days come and nights pass,
my dawn is surely right ahead in the next bend,
believe in it I must without a moment’s pause,
yet time to shed skin and with the world blend;
from today I vow to be my biggest fan,
to burn my old self and become a new man.