What once was black is now seen clear I wake upon the street With thoughts of mine that fly about To concepts of deceit I recognize across my face The hard December rain I lie there with my wounds revealed And soul constrewed with pain The choices made on night before Found waste in foolish plight Like wings of death flown deep upon The darkness of the night And saved but one the chance of fate A chance no man can give Which took the hour of scorn and sin And taught me how to live Now looking back on one who hate Instead of one who cared Had known the evil come that night I never would have dared What once was black is now seen clear I never should have dared