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