It is late,
and I cannot sleep,
on this night my thoughts run too deep.
My bones are weary for one my age,
tired and scared of the fate I see.

Change must come quickly,
lest my time in grace shall soon pass
and my stream of worries, like a river
runs deep.

I look for insight but none do I find
and the one who could help the most,
remains silent this time;
leaving me to wait for an answer,
shivering, alone, and cold.