Change.

Many have seen you transform drastically
from the national anthem of our troubles
to an unfamiliar melody I can't follow.

But I'm starting to let the clouds of prejudice
drift from my view, unveiling your identity.
They dwell on your ghost and refuse change.

Now what I see is a whole other side.
One that was in you since the fog thick days,
but only shown when you chose to do so.

There has always been the second chapter
to the story your timeline has illustrated.
It took some time for you to see what the inquisitive saw.

I'm proud to say that though your critics disapprove
of happiness you have long awaited and deserved,
you continue to be what you lost in your agony.

Boys, I know of your suffering.
How your days were so alike
in the sense that all they provided was dreariness.

I know that those days are now behind you,
nothing but mere dust in the mountains you've overcome.
I could not feel more ecstatic for you.

Don't let the nonbelievers discourage you.
They fight for nothing but a memory
of a reputation long and happily discarded.