I took the hate that gripped me,

and I made it fuel for my fire.

I carry the flame.

It's inside me.

I looked hate in the face

and burst out laughing.

Hate, the absurdity of it!

Hate is envious of love.

Love has everything, 

and hate, deep down,

feels worthless,

so it can receive nothing.

Instead it steals in secret.

It mocks and preys.

It makes a slave of love.

What a miserable life hate leads!

Hate kept on preying,

and I kept on praying.

My flame grew high as the sun.

Birds flew alongside me.

Joy kept on swelling.

Hope kept on cheering me on.

I knew I was guided.

I just had to listen.

And I vowed to make something

good of it all,

wherever the path may lead.