Why this empty my Lord?

Why this foggy valley,
this thirsty but loaded river,
this soundless gorge…?

Why, why my Lord?

You fill kings with castles,
lands to medieval,
caresses to the ungrateful,
all of them, spirits full of pride…

Rich souls, poor souls,
souls empty of guide…

Why this empty my Lord?

Maybe this hectic desert,
is nothing more than your challenge,
is nothing more than your greatest test…

Maybe this life is just a breath,
and in it, with our conflicts,
only your voice comforts us,
silent, but fierce…

Why this empty my Lord?