If

If I was once a kid Flying the street like ace Hiding under the bed as shield Be a black sheep to what is right Indeed, no stage is constant. If I was once a heart breaker Irksome like a willful goat Later regarded as the nicer Showing the younger what is good Hmm! There is still good from your bad. If I was once a jinxed Identified as black egg from fowl But now fortunately blessed Standing as mirror to people Absolutely, no condition is stable. Stop! Oh my dears Think right to wipe your tear’ Accept that your time is near Be happy! The black cloud will clear You're not the first to be in the stage.