The darkness of the soul,
oh, how often there is little else,
yes, yes when you live in a world so cold,
so, cold that whenever you try to drag yourself up,
from the blackness it enters you like the devil,
and oh, how you wish it would go, the darkness of the soul,
the darkness of the soul,
for in the city streets,
and in the poverty,
and in the gangs and in the drugs,
and in the violence,
oh, such crushing blows that spread death and disease,
and of what use are these,
and of what use is failing to do nothing,
and what use is solving nothing permanently,
and it is frustrating,
and how often humanity seems lost,
when all is black and the cost,
the permanent darkness of the soul.