There was no fortitude, no wit;
When I was sick there were demands
To spend a decade in the pit.

Only despair was definite
As sanity slipped through my hands.
There was no fortitude, no wit.

An awful, furtive reprobate,
No other form of fool could stand
To spend a decade in the pit.

On the cave's wall I saw it writ:
Lonely are those in a foreign land.
There was no fortitude, no wit.

Then I was blessed with an intimate,
And it had all become so much sand
To spend a decade in the pit.

It's all for him that I commit,
To climb together for something grand.
There was no fortitude, no wit
To spend a decade in the pit.