Latter Day Sinner

The human soul without remorse;
An empty heart without resource.
Without an inch left I can give,
Without a reason left to live,
I stand alone without a truth;
I carry arms without an enemy.
Without the time, yet in my youth,
Without the strength I found to drive me.
Where can I find what I am without?
What, I must know, is what I am without!
Is there hope? Is there peace?
A guiding star to end my doubt?
I travel onward without cease,
And in the end I’m left without.