My heart beats but what is really there
What fills the void I wonder in prayer
The season of wither is upon me
Deadness abounds in the garden of eve
Joy comes but at what price
Can I pay the boatman to let me cross
My soul shines through my empty eyes
Tears do fall icy and blind
Tired am I why do I walk on
Feeling the cold, seeking the Son…
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