William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

These are the beautiful lines by William Blake.

Life is changing with each passing day;
Sometimes its light and at times its darkness;
So I live every moment with a ray;
coz I never noe if there wuld be any tomorrow..