Thirsty, there is no water I will drink Because my thirst will not be satisfied. Hungry, I can find no food to eat that will feed the longings of my appetite. I observe a world painted with love And I have somehow become colorblind. There is neither music nor poetry To stimulate my apathetic mind. No, even in hearing the sweetest words from the dearest friends, their voice will not sing in the way that it so often has done. All the deepest words of encouragement Have not laid to rest my discontent.