How depressed are thee,
My beloveth soul,
Torments and ruggedity of life,
Has pinned thee down.

Life reading meaning no more,
Sorrow now man's best companion,
The poor weeps the rich laments,
Depressed soul of man,
Oh how unlucky are thou.

Suicide has become a necessity,
Hunger has become indispensable,
Life has begget sorrows and pains,
Anarchy and doom rules the land.

Poor and lonely soul of man,
How has thou fallen from Grace to grass?,
Is thy day now engulfed in recesses?
Has thy mighty powers ruined in shambles?,

Forgives oh mighty being that liveth in the sky,
Bring to an end this torments of our days,
Restore our soul, renew our mind,
Elates our heart, gladdens our being..

This is really good.