Lament, my oath unfulfilled,

My heart shall not be replete,

My pain it goes unconcealed,

How I’ll never be complete.

Without doubt I’m defeated,

I wallow in your vestige,

Reached out but you retreated,

Now I’m your divine hostage.

It seems that I’m transparent,

My prayers to you are unsent.

You’ve seen through my sacrament,

And all I have is lament.