O I’ve lied to you so much I can no longer trust you.
O Don’t people wear out from the inside,
Why must we suffer this expensive silence,
aren’t we meant to crest in a fury more distinguished?
Because there is my life and there is our life
(which I know to be Your life).
Dear Lord, whom I love so much,
I don’t think I can change anymore.
I have burned all my forces at the edge of the city.
I am all dressed up to go away,
and I’m asking You now
if You’d take me as I am.
For God is not a secret,
and this is also a song.
The painting is “The Burning of The Houses of Parliament” by J.M.W. Turner.