i woke upon a sunday morn
and wished that i had not been born
this life i lived of pain and scorn
i ached for something better

a kindred spirit i wished to be
majestic, proud, aloof and free
but darkness took its hold over me
and all that i had known was lost

that night i passed a wishing well
and turned my nose up at the smell
with tears it made my eyelids swell
see what my life has done to me?

and like a shard of fragile glass
i broke, downtrodden on the grass
alas, i thought it would but pass
a fool indeed, was i