I am not one to judge you.
If I were God, I would save you.
Before you arrived,
the mud you stepped on,
the guilt and the sin,
girl, already existed.
Who is the pure one to point fingers?
Where is the righteous who punishes?
Who can call you mean,
when looking into your soul,
I feel you more my friend.
Hush!
Don’t cry, it’s life.
You cry
You beg for redemption.
They call you bad,
they accuse you, they punish you,
and here upon your wound
desperation lies.
Hush!
Your guilt is in life.
Hush!
They have no heart.
What can I do to save you?
If I were God, I would save you.
Let me embrace you,
girl, tenderly,
let your sorrows
unite with mine.
Who more than you is paying,
all the pain there is in life,
but no, think nothing of it,
even if the fool points at you
I feel you more a friend.