A hermit's prayer that is actually, a New Year's letter...

Save this old soul, sacred lord of the skies

Sometimes I believe I can't take this anymore

Save this old soul, sacred lord of the skies

The devil in me tries to destroy all remnants of hope

I can't pray in a loud voice

Exhausted and beaten I feel

Words from strangers and friends, don't help me

And the woman I loved, she left...

The blues I felt, I know you've healed

I know it ain't nothing compared to the pain your dying son felt 

He even told me to carry my own cross, just like he did

But there's one little thing he forgot, I ain't him and he ain't me.

I've met death face to face before

First time I did, the same day I was born

The skeptical doctors rumored I'd come to this world dead

And it seems, I cheated death and inhaled fresh air...

It's been many years since that day...

The only feeling I thought I know was pain...

But there ain't nothing like being loved by the ones who were your family and friends

Although, I always remember my woman... keeps moving away...

I know Lord, you had mercy of many of your bastard sons, including me

If I sinned, like I admit now I did, set me free

But... If this is the destiny I made for myself

Make your hermit son stronger

Let me enjoy the things, I avoided.

I hope my words... reach you.