Sound of Wind

Where has my God gone?
I am alone and forsaken!
Praying for death before the dawn
Disappointed when the sun is awakened.

Where are my God’s eyes?
Can’t he see my pain and help me?
Wind, lift my words to the skies.
Still, He refuses to stop, to see.

Where are my God’s hands?
They fail to lift me from despair.
Living without love and no plans.
The days pass and He does not care.

Where is my God’s voice?
Stronger than the sound of the wind?
Empty now, without a choice
Great must be my mortal sins.