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.

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