Oh, merciful Goddess, hear my prayer.
Nothing I do possess but my hollow stare.
I am on my knees, adjuring for forgiveness.
Won’t you please, acquiesce my offerings?

Untie the tangles of my mind, exceeding over my head.
It is nothing like my kind, poisoned by lead.
Futile thoughts floating, restless as they roam.
Give them meaning, bring them safely home.

Lift up my trampled heart, lying on the floor.
It is nothing like an art, tainted by abhor.
Mischievous emotions poured down in a wine glass.
Ferment up the bread, deliver them to the lass.

Rekindle my dimming soul, trembling in ashes.
It is nothing like the Sol, bursted with flames.
Indifferent conscience, stands unmoved.
Let it mobilize, forbid it to be halted.

Oh, merciful Goddess, hear my prayer.
Let my good deeds and sins lose their share.
Dispose my mind, heart and soul away.
Let me rebirth and depart on a newly found pathway.