In a transparent myriad of men

I stand, transfixed

I am lost, searching



"Am I the Crestfallen?" I ask

There is no light...

"Am I the Blinded?" I ask

...nor serenity



Redeem me, I yearn

I yearn for an answer

I am lost, searching



"Am I to vanish like water?" I ask

The desert is my daily bread...

"Am I to wither like trodden grass?" I ask

...and tears of threefold my drink



Redeem me, I yearn

I am lost, dear God

Redeem me from this nothingness