Prayers In The Wind in Hamlet

Oh, how canst I walk on Earth

Carrying on my back

The weight of a thousand men?

My acts art full of envy and greed

How canst a man be patient and live,

Knowing that he'll pay the price?

The justice that comes from the skies

Whence only canst enter immaculate souls

I wish I couldst wash my sins away

Oh skies, there's not enough rain

But the air I breath...

So pure, as it enters my lungs,

It takes everywhere

My inner pollution

To wash my soul,

So terrible is my crime

The skies may understand

Neither say a prayer I canst

What is the reason for mercy?

How canst the skies forgive me

If I can't understand myself?

I'm guilty

These vary hands

That touch my wife,

Strike my poor sister in law

These vary hands destroyed the king

And my brother, with the same stroke

My knees touch the cold ground,

Cheat the pain I will not

I won't leave in victory,

So I beg thee, give me death