In the hush of night, I speak to You,  
My heart is heavy, my faith unsure,  
I’m young, on the brink of my prime,  
Yet time seems to slip, like grains of sand.

I ache, Lord, in this restless quest,  
Trying to believe, though I’m oppressed,  
Do I continue in this weary chase,  
Or is it just a lost, empty race?

I see others, their paths seem clear,  
While I stumble, gripped by fea...

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