Barren Soul
The place where my head is
That dark abyss
Where death is knocking on my door
And the grave calls to me
The place where hope seems lost
And all the light is gone away
I’m just a skeleton of my former self
The walking dead
A soul trapped in meaningless existence
I feel naught for I am no more
Is there no hope?
God revive me!
That is the deepest desire of what’s left of my barren soul
He is coming soon,
He who raises the dead to life
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