Like rain on a wildfire
When will relief finally come
I'm so very tired
I beg for death

Everyone has turned aside
And followed their hearts
I'm left in the dust
With my traditional ways

In God I trust
I'm zealous and sure
Yet have no one to speak to
Who believes like I do

My treasures cannot be seen
My good deeds go unnoticed
Everyone has turned their backs
And followed their own paths

The proud have their lives
I am devoid in all matters
Robbed of my senses
Horrified by what I see

Father come soon
The ways of the world are not for me
Take me away
Where I can rest from the pain