In front of Him

I spent my days in poverty,
I was no good, when I was younger,
but I have all the right to see,
if I can endure it a bit longer.

Let me go again, let me be terrified,
let me freeze and let me hunger,
till the day that I will die of fright,
cause these things will make me stronger.

I'm begging you to grant me one wish,
to let me enjoy once more
the selfish pleasure of a delicious dish,
of a new love or my first born.

I cursed the gods, yes, I cursed you.
Me begging for mercy, you judge over me.
What you wanted to know was the truth,
so I told you, now set me free.