The Soul is a Queen of Royal blood.
But she has fallen deep into the mud.
Forgotten all her dignity,
Her life is ignominity,
She's even come to think that she is crud!
I've got to do it different
but I haven't found the way.
Throughout the age long search for truth,
on many paths I've strayed.
I've sat up night and day and cried
and even after tears had dried,
With troubles heavy weighed,
my soul in anguish prayed
In hopes some one above would hear,
would send a particle of cheer
To mend this soul that's frayed.