New change in a new time, the streets fall apart for me to walk on - I try and reminisce on broken aspirations that were once golden with the future- administrating the whispers of a taken moment of love - i flew over skies in my dreams to reach you
wanting and wishing everything was right - i could cover the fantasies and the wind - i could become the angels and the satin from hind
asking for precious stones in your blood to give me away
nothing could take away the sand on my feet - from paradise bells of history
it was all history
now - i ponder upon washed palaces being built far from my mind
trembling my souls distance with time
i am supposed to live in curiosity where secrets build the walls and stairs crumble beneath me
its a wondrous palace
filled with hope and happiness and kasals of castles - the father of all
the mother of all
trust
the feeling that you will not fall where someone has you holding your hand and you trust
you trust
they will never let go
gardens blissfully grow and i imagine the sunset asking for my hand in marriage - over the top floor and in the skies across khartoum
pray for me
for in the balconies and agonies i pray for god to save us
and cherish us
unlike the fears weeding through the oceans to come squeeze me
no
somewhere, there is a ground where i can walk bare foot feeling the cold of passionate findings, for in khartoum cold is heat
there is rain for me that will touch my face with spells
there is dresses for me that will look like a romantic connection of threads
there is everything for me waiting for me to be discovered,
waiting for me to discover
my self
my body
my unfound living
to be untold by others
wrapping stars into my garage
pulling shooting stars into my war
finding the lust in the memories still unmade
i wade... in their rising
i will fade ... in their striving messsssss
flare... with their flames to burn me with stress
numbers and words
letters and saturns of lies
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