Solemn and forlorn
I can only but sigh
Althought I should cry
I find that deep
My sorrow creeps
In my forsaken heart
Pierced by a dart
Of stinging hate
And forever rage
That I, myself, found
Tis bitter the sound
O cursed my soul
That burneth as coal
I'm burdened by strife
Only solved by the knife
That breaketh my skin
And engulfeth my sin
With its puncturing blade
My scars it has made
I forever shall mourn
Shattered and torn