I went where others feared to go.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothingAnd, reluctantly, accepted the thought of
Eternal loneliness . . . should I fall.
I have seen the face of terror,Felt the stinging cold of fear,
And enjoyed the sweet taste of love
I have cried, pained and hoped . . .But most of all, I have lived times
Others would say are best forgotten.
At least today I am able to say
I am proud of what I was,