And the blues took me, in their hold
A sorrow from a past blunder;
And my dignity was sold
Now, my existence is lackluster

The tumultuous toiling, became my peace;
Pride, no longer the jewel
Of the very step I take, and breathe, 
Numbness and hope, the fuel
Yet, at every crossroad I still

Stern fate, diverts my thoughts
Could it be, a once brimming conscience?
If I venture too far, consider me lost;
Squandered, is all my meager patience.

And the blues took me, in their hold
Again, pulling me in another ditch;
That reached the depths of hell,
They played me, like a dirty trick
Oh, that detestable, cunning fitch!