The way it comes from childhood
Tragedy being my life
Great antipathy use on me
Down they treat me
...
Remember you’re my girl
It is you that I need
Every night and day
It just you alone
...
My Tragic Soul
The way it comes from childhood
Tragedy being my life
Great antipathy use on me
Down they treat me
Hoping on him to save me
Believing on him like the sower
Seeds which fell on the fertile soil
All raced against me
The righteous were lead down
Like the sharp stumps, the truth was
Ignored, the tree on which I learn is fallen
Now that the truth was ignored
Can God punish the innocent soul?
But I believe those who endure will overcome.