Young man woke up, drowsy like clamped between earth and rain.
Eyes curved down, hope has begged him through the pain.
Shall he ever not wake up again, these days had nothing but grey.
Yet against all, grabbed a cup as though a painter held his brush, as they.

Poured a bitter, sat himself, brown was the only color he see
The only warm feeling that touched his cold soaked soul
Another day with his bitter sweet companion, as he last foresee
These days ain’t gonna be better, but he has to cheer his soul

Oh the cheer it is, for a young man to endure all of this.
He asked the heavens if fate really meant this
He had faith, the only grip he had against all, least he wished
Oh poor young man, lifting a dead weight, off a dead soul, least he wished.

As he gone through the days, these all, 
These all, for a little convenience of dear life.
Shall he ever wake for this again, life.
Gulped his beverage, stood up, Oh that’s all?

He thought, he’d need another cup
Is it enough? Is he enough?
T'was never the cup filled that’s not enough.
T'was that life is just too grand for a single cup.