Like a man in the open country
Like a child awakened in the night
We are a people trapped in darkness
I am a beggar calling out for light
How long before the sun will rise?
How long before He sets a fire in the skies?
How long before the LORD sets His eyes
Upon His people, feeling lonely and despised
LIke a man consumed by grief
Like a warrior exhausted by the fight
I am a fool wearied by living
A blind man in the light