Strange bouts of Happiness have I known,
As would make poor men sing and rich men groan,
Once I felt Love amongst Lies and Tears,
Cupped Joy in hands amongst a thousand Fears,

Once I danced amongst bitter Vice and Hate,
In such matters now I do my soul berate,
Strange bouts of Happiness have I known,
As would make wise men weep, Philistines groan,

In those days long past I could not even see,
The undue Torment that surrounded me,
These days you see have been very long past,
I am no longer so blind to shadows cast,

Now Light does no longer fill me with glee,
For I have seen things that should never be,
Yet on some truly magnificent days,
I lament the absence of my old ways.

04/16/2004