entre les trous de la mémoire

you've striked hard but never enough

you've hidden your heart yet exposed the tail

you've repined for treasures only the false ones

you've blown everything to sacrifice for something cherished

why be bitter; why resent

what have I given

the humble expect nothing

O Father, take my troubles away

for I know in your purpose I am worthy

no past

no future

the present, I long to live in