I can see my wounds
As a stigma they brand me
If my blood wets the soil
It’ll sprout no buds
I'm not a saint
because I suffered and gave up
I'm not a saint
Because I gave up praying
Before me you've left others
Why should it be any different with me
Why would you hear me while
you ignore others with a smile
How many times you failed to see
or wilful closed your eyes
when tears were shed
How many times I’ve been on my knees
so many countless times
I sang your useless hymns
When do you want to help
those who hope
I was one of them
of them who hoped
But when I saw that you will never grant clemency
I could no longer take your tyranny.
And when you ask me how I got into this frenzy
Because you forgot the faithful
How can I hope that my son is with you
A child who had not learned yet to be grateful
My son go on
go on and praise
praise god, who doen’t see you
praise god, who doesn’t hear you
praise god, who doesn’t belives in you
If you, god, want a saint, do not treat us like sinners
Praise Hiob
Just tell me
How many times you failed to see
or wilful closed your eyes
when tears were shed
How often I was on my knees
so many countless times
I sang your useless hymns
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