Father, forgive them;

For they know not what they do.

Living in this world, condemned,

Waiting for what's to ensue.

Shed from me your gaze;

It pierces through my chest.

Setting like the sun's rays,

I'll not fight, not protest.

Rid me of this fate, father,

Take away the pain I feel,

Lest my heart ruptures,

And I die on the knee I kneel.

There is love,

Burning deep inside me.

Oh heavenly light from above!

Hand me not Death's Decree!

I beseech you, O Lord,

Help me see this through.

Let me say to her, O Lord,

"That I really do love you."