I saw my soul asphyxiated before my eyes.
As I struggled, wreathed in pain.
Every night,
I feel like I am walking with shadows of death.

The river wept,
As I kept my promises,
The darkness of dreams swept.
I am a laughing stock in the tents.
I am surrounded by hatred higher than the heavens.

The scent of water can't sprout roots,
As they die in the barren soil with pain,
Beneath the brown sky,
Lord, forgive my sin,
Lessons learned with "merry-go-sorry"
And sought inner peace in the stillness.