IT IS TO YOU, GOD, I THINK TO SURRENDER…

If my life, I were to it, put a pause

a lot of, I would realize, is in chaos.

Before helpless, myself, I think to render

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.

The future looks hazy and bleak

and, in me, am feeling all weak.

Before anything rips me asunder

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.

I am like a corpse, which can still breathe

has been placed, made of thorns, a wreath.

Since has gone away, in life, all the thunder

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.

Nothing I can see and hence there is a lot of confusion

am unable to breathe and hence there is suffocation.

Before I put it myself into any sort of danger

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.

Life seems to, me, be full of melancholy

as there is nothing there to feel any jolly.

As being around would be a blunder

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.

It is time that I got a call from his abode

as that’s what, day and night, I always goad.

Since I can’t take what all is happening yonder

It is to you, God, I think to surrender.