As god is my witness
I stand upon the fire
My feet hurt by them
It burns off my soul....
The anguish cry of my soul
too sharp. . . too piercing...
It hurts my own ear drums!
The doom is upon me. . .!
why, o why, i wounder,
the pandemonium choose me??!!
I curse my karma. but all
that came out is more cries. . .
Help me o help me!
pour out your mercy!
oh thou most gracious,
most merciful
show me a little of your mercy. . .
