The Lost Souls

We raise up our heads,
For the morning sun,
The depression of night,
Is finally done.

We work through our days,
Without matters of mind,
We live through the pain,
Of having to be kind.

We go home at night,
And dream of a life,
One without sorrow,
One without strife.

We bow down our heads,
In a prayer to anyone,
We say what we can,
But it's heard by no one.

"Dear whoever,
Anyone at all,
Please heed this prayer,
That I speak in this hall,
I want to live,
But my life's been taken,
My spirit's been broken,
My foundation, shaken,
My mind is lost,
My heart is not whole,
Please save me from this . . .
Please save my lost soul . . . "