In my fallen estate,

I am mocked I am disgraced and cast

Why am I treated so?

Is it in beauty or enchantment I lack?

Or good clothes in a sack?

Surely I shall not remain like this forever

Mock me no more for I shall rise

With sweet vengeance crowned in my glory high.

Now you will come to me A toast to success

Claiming to be a friend even when a foe.

Thus in my exalted state

I shall only look down upon you and ponder

Why judge the book by its cover?

But for you my friends who stood by me

Even when it seemed I was hopeless,

You knew I would rise again

Not despairing even in a bargain.

Here is a toast for time I was not torn

A time for remembrance

For I was only gold in its impure form.