I know who I have been
A stubborn scoundrel without remorse
Dodging my ears away from the sagacity of your reprimand
Boasting on the stench of my horrible being
The seeds of life that you planted on me
I guarded not on them and were scoffed by careless hungry birds
I preferred darkness instead of light
I auctioned my life in the idiocy of recklessness
Now I know, mom
How I pauperized myself out of stupid hauteur
I have disgusted myself before your blessings
Now all is wind that I bring home, all I run after
I have been a wanderer since then
Searching for an entrance into the clock room
To plead with the Timer for a rewind of time,
All he offered is advice that I pay the only fine prize to you
Mama, I need your touch once more, \'I AM SORRY\'