Lost and stumbling in the dark.

I cannot find my way.

The way is plain in front of me

but I cannot see.

There is only forward.

I cannot turn back.

I wish to return from where I came

But I cannot see.

Silence is the oppressor.

It surrounds me on all sides.

I long to hear a voice

But nothing answers my plea.

Where can I turn?

I continue on for there is no place for rest.

A weary soul silently marching

For I cannot find the light.