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 gra**?" I ask ...and tears of threefold my drink Redeem me, I yearn I am lost, dear God Redeem me from this nothingness