Parable of the Wicked Merchant

My song is over, where do I go from here?

I have no more voice,  my father's name is unknown, my mother's hands is no longer found.Every place I go darkness surrounds me, I see no hope, I see no light.

I have no more words to say, neither do I have anymore freedom to choose. I have all the time for regrets and have no time for choice.

I have lost my way, and I have given away my years. How I hated instructions and I listened not to the voice of my teachers.

The King's herdsman were right, there's is a way which seems right to a man, but the end thereof is the ways of death.

I have sold my birthright to the wicked merchant, and he gave me death.

I warmed my hands in his campfire, I ate his seedless friuts, I stood before many and I bought a lie, I took the bait of life.

Life is snuffed out, love has turned away, knowledge is unreachable.

I am plagued by ignorance, I am smeared by bitterness, and I am eaten up by hate.

My hope is gone, eternity of pain is all I see, I have lost my song, I have lost my voice, where do I go from here?