As the evening sprawls over the scarlet sky,
Whispers softly fade, my deferring dreams die -
In eternity doth Time so slowly fly
To ponder the unending question: Why?
In dreams, I grasp at what may not be mine,
Yet fleeting hopes elude my trembling hand.
Uncertainty, a tempest in my mind,
Paves every step upon these uncharted land.
Like poets of old, penning lines of woe,
I bleed my soul upon this paper white.
Each verse is a plea, each crumbling plateau
Of pain and longing in the darkest night.
O Thou who stir my heart of sacred fire,
Redeem me from this predicament so dire!
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