oki
I don't know what to pray for.
I don't know what to pray for.
For happiness of those two or for their destruction.
Torn apart, stretched like a doll by my feelings I am
reduced and corrupted by my own imperfection
tainted by darkness common to every living man.
Oh God, my God, why are Your judgements so harsh to us?
What have we all done so terrible to anger You?
'Cause angels we should be, lights beneath Your gentle grasp,
not doleful worms, scratching for indulgence like these two.
Why have You forsaken me and my words of groaning,
abandoned my broken soul, rejected my saving?
My God, I cry out by day, but You do not answer,
O Lord, I still call You by night and am not silent.
Pure I want to be, beyond Your fallen servant's acts,
doings of the Light-Bearer and his corruptive pride.
And yet I fail and fall into my own weaknesses,
'cause just a human I am with all its sicknesses.
So what to pray for, I want to know, I want to know!
And calm my soul, regain my light, be released of pain.
Will You let me do it and henceforth sincerely pray?
For their happiness I should pray and I will, I vow.