The night is sad gray, it's too late,
this world is a barren ait.
Hold me.
The Earth has cooled mistakenly,
all will has forsaken me.
Hold me.
My ragged body is junk mass,
all my anger went to pass.
Hold me.
The good and the bad also escaped,
My faith is hungry and persecuted.
Hold me.
God up in heaven, if you hear,
Please, please don't leave me here!
Hold me.
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