What have I done, my love, what have I done.

I tried… I tried, but I didn’t make it.

I offended you…

I wasn’t able to see your face in who’s next to me,

I lost my peace… your peace, I lost my joy… your joy.

I feel so shaken, so small… and still I don’t manage to feel humble.

I feel so empty, my love, an emptiness that’s consuming me.

How hard it is to follow you…

How can I live joyfully?

Every time I tell myself to improve…

I fall again, and again, and again…

and it hurts, my love, it hurts.

But isn’t it this way we learned how to walk?

Forgive me, my love, but lift me up, I beg you, I feel so bad…

I sinned, but you, I beg you, don’t look at my faults,

look instead at the pitiful good I do,

and raise me up again, that I’d be a stream of love,

that could pull everyone with me,

and all together we could walk towards you.

It’s not the first time that I’ve offended you, my Lord,

and regrettably I know it’s not the last.

Forgive me, my love, forgive me.

How can I be better?

How can I please you?

Is it like this that you want my life to be?

Our life?

An eternal fight between the good and the bad?

But you already know that I have yet many fights to lose,

to learn, yes, to learn to love.

It’s okay.

If it’s this that you want…

Your will be done.

Just one thing I ask of you:

forgive me, my love, forgive me.