My body is sown in dishonor,
but raised in your glory...

I'm not saying I am senseless
but I rove through bleak alleys...

There is no flaw in two,
as a lily among brambles...

Perhaps I was not created for this world?
My soul is jaded with ire...

Here we go once more.
If I stood stronger...

Rugged and torn apart,
let Your love come down...

My desires turn misleading,
splinter like shards of glass...

Rain starts with storm
clouds already gathered...

Laying here gazing at the stars.
How I wish you were here my love...

Here I am, stuck in this place.
Another time, another day...

It is just not fair.
Everyone has his or her love...

Standing through a storm.
My skin bruised from the rain...