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