My heart has grow weeds
Like my spirit growing hairs

My heart is heavy
With daily life's levy

Up is thunder
My sins, I surrender.

My heart trembles
My way crumbles
Set the sun
That I may run.

Like the house of Israel
I am just a shadow
A living ghost on ideal
Open up your Mercy's window
My sins, I surrender.

My heart is a sorrowful winner
Yes, I am a sinner
Aren't you a great Diviner?
You're my heart purifier.
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