He used to be joyful and enjoyed each day worthwhile.

But now he mourns each day with worry and hatred upon his lonely isle

He used to triumpth when he saw the sky blue day.

But now he looks to the blue yonder for hope along the bay

He used to have aspiration when his life was aligned.

But now, He wanders while clouds drift through his mind.

He used to be alive, carefree, and well.

But now, He is grieving and believes he is stranded in hell.