I pray and pray, I cry and beg, To the empty sky everyday, For my days to end. Maybe, I'm not worthy of God's pity And help, cause, No matter how much i do it, The wind is the only one that answers, And the grass in the only one who picks my tears up. Oh dear God, when will I be worthy of dying? What's my purpose? Why did you create me? Oh God, dear God, end my days nicely, But fast, accept this mortal's prayer, Because it wont be long till I'll sin. And im afraid of it, I pray, that you hear my prayers, That the empty sky isn't just Empty