Nunc dimittis Lord, I need your help... Implore you Lord to take away The pain of life. There is No spark to make continue here, In starkness all dismayed. I plead that you see fit To grant me peace To cease this sad, sick journey For I cannot proceed. I beg forgiveness Lord That one should after all these years Of struggle now concede And sink with groan to kneel With face white-bleached turned toward a setting sun And stretch on desert sand To pass away with quiet tear For cherished dreams and private fear For nothing matters any more. I hope no longer to avenge Mistakes of past and future but To turn away and leave their Dismal argument to die. No more the will to snatch a Triumph from disaster, just A tiredness now of one who longs to rest.