Concealed dread, unseen tears
Serve as a tongue fluent
When wholly uttered to you
Behind the mighty maiden
Peeps a tiny, timid sobber
Whose whimper knows not the universe!
But You, oh creator of the worlds!
The scariest scars, deepest secrets
Seek a cure, an eternal end
Uncertain, the route, but oh certain one,
Be my lamp of guidance
This flickering spirit, won't You enhance?
Tattered heart, worn out soul
Dying courage, calls upon You!
For You alone vowed, You don't abandon!