• A blind child trying to hide,
    trying to find shelter
    in a deaf world.

    Deprived of reason to move forward.
    I wish to resolve and execute.
    I wish to end all cause of suffering.

    Though the world we live in is cruel,
    it is twice as much so ironic.
    Every problem solved brings another two.

    I blame not chance,
    nor the evil of man.
    At times doubting my faith,
    though I care not to admit it.

    Solitude, a lonely fate,
    yet so bitter when surrounded by others.
    Caged in the desolation of one's own private mind;
    Left to hear only the echoes of one's thoughts.

    I have pondered what the Lord has chosen for me.
    I sometimes wonder if he is really there.
    Other times I don't really seem to care.

    Lord, you have not forsaken me,
    now I see the truth.
    For it is I that have forsaken you.