I have no mighty words left with which to challenge the doubts that gnaw at me, as the ravens gnaw upon the bones of my innocence.

I have no sword with which to slay the nightmares who haunt me in the terrible hours before sleep comes.

I have not courage enough to stand and be counted among those who strive shoulder to shoulder against the dark.

To He that shapes the fate of all, I cry out in the watches of the night, I cry out in the rays of the dawn, I cry out in the blaze of midday.

I cry out that You have not kept me alive in vain.