Sadness and strength

You have pierced me, human being,
it wasn't for the first time and
I believe it wasn't for the last time.
You even don't know it
but so often you have,
frequently I do not have the strength for you.
Then I retire into my palace veiled
in the morning vesture of apathy.

Still I haven't found inside of you
what I am looking for a long time.
Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm...

How much more shedded blood and tears is
awaiting before my soul comes home?
The eyes of mine sow the wistful
longing on the firmament.

I will give you mercy...
even I am bleeding
Mercy and sympathy...
the arms of the strong and longing ones.
When I advance on my way...
I'll begin to pray for you.