I stumbled around in darkness,
and I felt cold.
I had beaten the ones,
I cared for.
I had stolen from the ones
who wished me well.
I was evil and ugly,
and no woman would smile at me.
and I stared at my impure hands
and cried over my wasted life.
but the sun
scattered the grime on my face.
and I looked up,
and I saw, that I lived.