Oh to wake in the morning, with joy in one's heart!

instead of depression, which burdens the soul.

Oh to walk with a spring in one's step!

finding pleasure in natures store.

But alas! Tis years since I last felt

my emotions stir and leap with happiness.

My thoughts in prison, hidden from the light.

Oh, that my freedom could be won!

Lord, reach down from your lofty throne,

and unlock the door that holds me fast.

To remove this curse, what must I do?

But then, tis not me the matter decides.

Bound I am, with chains of despair,

sometimes to change places with a dog,

a cat, or even a frog.....

I've known better times years ago,

before I was dealt a deadly blow.

Now I wait for the end to come.

No pleasure in this life can stir

an interest in my heart.

God's angry dart has cast me down.

What understanding can penetrate

the darkness in my soul?

My morbid thoughts on the scriptures dwelt,

then on their way, nothing felt.

Before another sun rises in the sky,

let me go please - let me die.