Weakened and weeping; on the plank
In the darkness …chained to sorrow
I jump into the blueness
Of tomorrow.
Defeated, wounded and broken
The mirror shows my enemy
I find it hard to breathe …
Who will help me to again believe
That the clouds of smoke will clear
And blueness shall soon disappear?
My lamp has no more oil
And no one seems to have
Any drops to spare
I exist in a cruel world
Too big to care about
My fragile welfare.
I find it hard to breathe…
Psalm 109 :22 For I am poor and needy,
and my heart is wounded within me.
