Hands stretched, to desperately grip the light above,

Manacle, around the ankle chained to the ground,

Clouds, as Payne's grey drowning out the light,

Cold, in the desperate need of sight,

Obscure, having to explain plethora 'til breathless,

Lost, unable to find a path,

God, I pray to you to help and guide -- As there is a lost child needing to fight.