Poor, poor me, I sighed with a frown,
Life's burdens have weighed me down.
The world seems dark, the days so long
In this sorrow, I don't feel strong.

Each step I take feels heavy and slow,
In a sea of troubles, I row and row.
Dreams once bright now fade away,
In the shadows, I lose my way.

But deep inside, a spark remains,
A whisper of hope through all the pains.
For even in the darkest night,
A glimmer of dawn brings back the light.

So, poor, poor me, I'll rise again,
Find strength in the storm, endure the rain.
For life is a journey, with highs and lows,
And through it all, the spirit grows.