The more I move, the more I face darkness br And the urge to hold my ground from foes. br I turn to the clutches of the devil; the more br I look for success, the more failure gets by. br br On my mind, these shades always haunt me, br And my thoughts and imaginations are going br To take me into utter ruins and darkness, br Where there is none support nor to hold me br br From drestruction. My Lord! show your grace, br Light up the path I walk, not to let me be folded br Up in sheaves of falsehood, treachery, and sin. br Release me from these damnable frustration. br br Only by the grace of your name, as I have br Nothing else, to reach for your compassion.