Where are you? Why are you silent?
Why must I speak in whispers?
Why is the path so awfully dim?

Where am I? Why did you leave
Why did you cease your prayers?
Why must I always stumble?

Where are we going? Why now?
Why me?
Why such a bitter way to get there?

Where is this? Why is there no moon, no stars?
Why is it so still?
Why are you laughing?

Where may I touch you? Why are you bleeding?
Why are you fading?
Why is my breathing so labored?

Where is the demon? Why does it dance?
Why am I forever ill?
Why won’t it speak its name?

Where is the water? Why does it not quench my thirst?
Why do you ignore it?
Why is it so frightfully deep?

Where is the woodfire? Why do I know this smell so well?
Why should I kindle these flames?
Why won’t you stay in Hell?

Where is the shadow of God? Why are you so afraid?
Why do I cling to Him?
Why are you still laughing?

Why are the echoes growing louder?