In the hush of night, I speak to You,  
My heart is heavy, my faith unsure,  
I’m young, on the brink of my prime,  
Yet time seems to slip, like grains of sand.

I ache, Lord, in this restless quest,  
Trying to believe, though I’m oppressed,  
Do I continue in this weary chase,  
Or is it just a lost, empty race?

I see others, their paths seem clear,  
While I stumble, gripped by fear,  
Why is their journey smooth and bright,  
While mine is shrouded in endless night?

Show me a sign, if You’re still near,  
In this moment, when doubt draws near,  
A glimpse of hope, a light to see,  
That there’s a purpose waiting for me.

I long for a break, a moment true,  
When life feels balanced, and dreams come through,  
Let me find the path that’s meant to be,  
A place where my soul can finally be free.

I plead, not for miracles grand,  
But for a sign, a gentle hand,  
To guide me through this endless strife,  
And give my weary heart new life.