Why do I am for the sky?
When I keep wallowing in the sty?
Why do I hope for the best?
When history has repeatedly put it to the test?
Why to I try for the stars?
When simple worms elude my grasp?
Why do I keep trying?
When the result it brings; is not even worth crying!
Why do I keep thinking?
All will be well, as long as you are working?
Why do I cheer so much?
When all things cheerful are down in the muck?
Wake up young lady!
Face the reality!
Gone are the days of dream,
Which you yonder keep.