My soul is yield to depression
no hope just more and more oppression
the mood of time have change
and yet my soul have failed to start on a new page
my lost soul struggling to rearrange
nature as come with a surprise
yet my faith haven't awake to the bright sunrise
will I overcome this stress?
or remain with this cruel mess
darkness have taken over
the misery of life in shallow
with my soul fighting to be free
from this shadow
a life much worst than a sorrowful widow.