The earth has spun around once more,
the sun has hidden, the moon has risen.
Yet again the wheel has turned,
the spokes in place, differing in no way.
All's the same. Nothing's changed.
Weariness has come to take its place,
yet fatigue seems inadequate to put me in bed.
Night and day, dawn and dusk,
all's the same, nothing's changed.
The wheel keeps spinning in its place.
Morning comes, the sun awakens,
yet rest remains evasive, my mind in restless stupor.
And in its parchedness echoes a silent scream,
Can nothing remain, can nothing stay?
... The earth has spun around once more,
the sun has hidden, the moon has risen.
Nothing's changed. All's the same.

The night is darkest 'fore the dawn
In its silence I sought the Lord
Emotions expelled, fervor dispelled
With each failure my heart grew cold

The hunger left, the bread never came
I thought I squandered my faith away
With the very last ounce I could barely scrape
I stood holding an empty plate

A season passed and dust collects
Still I stand with outreached hands
Seeking a promise I know so true
Waiting for hunger and bread again

At last I've used my very last ounce
My arms they quiver and knees they buckle
He came and took the plate from me
And then I saw him as I never did