Claim Not Thy Soul

Too much to bare
I can not hold on to thee
Through the valley I stare
Dark horizons I see,

A stroke of breath
Costly brings to tears,
No, not even images of wreath
Bring faith and not fears

Claim not thy soul
For yonder pleads me good

Thy hands are withered
From the acid I who bore;
Scars prevail I suffered
With feverish dreams and more,

Fierceful thunder strucks
Resounded to thy waiting
Swift're the hands to the clock
Ticking away to the one waiting,

Claim not thy soul
Have mercy unto thee, oh Mighty.