| A life worn out by endless reflections | |
| Has shattered every single last hope of rising again | |
| Has defied your advise and counseling | |
| The sinful nature causes a weak discipline | |
| And drags me to the human frailties grave | |
| Self inflicted wounds | |
| Innumerable false steps | |
| Unforgivable mistakes repeated to a frightening agree | |
| Gradually growing conscious of the habit-forming addiction | |
| Through me all actions fail | |
| The human weaknesses | |
| Are once again at force | |
| In unrecognizable shapes | |
| New structures each time | |
| Fragile symptoms constantly show new characteristic sides | |
| I myself am weak, am nothing | |
| Uncontrolled line of thought color my manners | |
| I know there is more to reach for | |
| I know where strength is found | |
| The overflowing, everlasting source | |
| Within you my maker | |
| With You by my side | |
| The safely directed journey | |
| In me, around me, your presence | |
| Enriches, creates, gives life | |
| You offer completeness, | |
| You are hope |