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 on the stair.
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