I feel nothing but a hardened pain,
I can’t stand up so I fall in vain,
I see nothing but the looks of disdain,
I only long for a sense of pride or fame.
I can’t see past the barrier of lies,
A blackened soul which always cries,
My teardrops flow which I despise,
There is no more time for your goodbyes.
I see the world through black and white,
A cold unwelcoming out of spite.
There is no more life in a world of hate,
For surely, another life was taken tonight.
I leave this world, with no pain or shame,
In the end, there is only me to blame,
I leave this world, with only one hope and aim,
That no-one would know of how we became.
We acknowledge the Ngunnawal and Ngambri people, who are the Traditional Custodians of the land on which Woroni, Woroni Radio and Woroni TV are created, edited, published, printed and distributed. We pay our respects to Elders past and present and emerging. We acknowledge that the name Woroni was taken from the Wadi Wadi Nation without permission, and we are striving to do better for future reconciliation.