God, if you're there,
I could use a sign,
I don't know how I fare,
It was just a simple design,
I'm beginning to lose it,
There are no more candles which I see lit,
The darkness is what's left,
My heart is now soft,
It's not as strong as it use to be,
Maybe it's just me,
But I could use a little help,
I'm beating myself up into a pulp.
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