Take me in your  hands ,  give me a soul

From  my fragments, what can be retrieved?
Is  my story finished and untold?
Am I real or have I been deceived?

Is there goodness,   will my pain recede?
On the art of life must one be bold
From  my fragments, what can be retrieved?

I am proud, and I shall never plead
Though my heart is saddened and grows cold
Am I real or have I been deceived?

What has any worth, what are my deeds?
Into whose heart might my heart unfold?
From  my fragments, what can be retrieved?

I did not suffer from the sin of greed
I posses no silver and no gold
Am I real or have I been deceived?

Oh God in whose name many goods are sold
Take me in your  hands ,  give me a soul
Of  my fragments, what can you retrieve?
Am I real and here,  are You  deceived?