Cares, none

Dreams, none

Vision, none

Person to love, none

Person to love him, none

Peace, none

Joy, none

Surely he's gone.

Here is a soul lying helpless

In a land of nonentity

Help him O angle of love

Help O angle of life

For the evil hands of despair

Clutches his soul.

His mind is in solitude

For it has given into

The forces of human destruction.

He remains a prisoner in

The world of loneliness,

A hapless floater in the space within

Drained and dried out of every drop of

Life's wine,

It remains empty, bare and hot.

Pour, therefore, O gracious angle,

Thy cool graceful waters onto him

That bears the salt of life and great expectations.

Bring back his hope,

Bring back his sleep,

Bring back his love,

Bring back his life.

Enchant this poor soul

O merchant of good hope

Pour unto it

Thy graceful waters of inspiration,

Free it from the dark dungeon of decadence

And rise it to greater spiritual heights.