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?