Bring the Oil

I have doused this lamp Not just to smolder but to hide outside the light I have grown bolder While this night grows damp ? My deeds, wicked have grown As my lamp lay lifeless and cold I trust only myself and the dark my cross hangs dusty and old And stricken pleads have sewn ? Without the lamp glow I fall I am too desperate and weak Will someone light this lamp once more? And be the light I wish to seek? Before the night sends his call. ? Please, Please bring this lamp oil! Is my cry not loud enough? Have I silenced my heart and soul? Please! let this lamp not remain snuffed Please, someone! bring this lamp some oil.