Loser Soul

Every soul suffers some hunger

Whatever it gets finds it meager,

To get more it is always eager,

all its life, for this it lingers

Yes it is the loser.

The weakness it tries to hinder,

For those who point out, it shows its finger,

Never comes out of the slumber,

Earns its name, the dreamer,

Yes it is the loser.

Always futile to find its soul's singer

Blames the maker to be the sinner,

Reaches the brink as a loser

Buries itself as a rotten ginger

Yes its the loser.