My mind\'s a maze of melancholic madness.
My soul\'s a sack of sentimental sadness.
It\'s time I shed self pity\'s
sombre shell,
and stepped outside my solitary cell!
The springtime songs outside my door are ringing.
The songbirds swoop,
non-stop: their sound of singing.
I dare not squelch with sorrow\'s baleful breath
the celebrants of life that conquers death!
My mind\'s made up, there\'s life, so let\'s start hoping.
Begone, this cringing crock of callous coping!
I grasped and groaned, but now it\'s time to give.
Was busy dying, now it\'s time to live!