like my country , I'm torn between beauty and repulsion
torn between the calm sunset and the chaotic bloodstream
of the pressures of actions that make me... repulsive
though the core is forever beautiful
26 years of madness have made me
... a central mess
and yet the core is forever sound
like molten steel
or... fallen feathers
that linger in the sky
but if they did fall
their good softness would cover the hardness of a thirsty desert of empty tries
but my sins collide with the polluted ozone of weakness and blackness
to stop them
that linger in the sky
but if they did fall
their good softness would cover the hardness of a thirsty desert of empty tries
but my sins collide with the polluted ozone of weakness and blackness
to stop them
asking God to forgive me for my sins
the heat , melting any passion for a strong personality
like my country, I feel no definition for what I can be
I feel burnt with mistakes
a conclusion of sins
and a result of stolen time
.... similiar to each other
I attempt to shovel my scatterings
underneath the dirt
underneath the dirt
and pretend I'm like...
a woman at Hajj
God can just accept
... my prayers
but like I was told...
its not all about you
and that is very true
a woman at Hajj
God can just accept
... my prayers
but like I was told...
its not all about you
and that is very true
I am the promise that never came
the golden key that was never found
the treasure lost forever
the heartbroken angels that will surround
my country and I
my country and I
I am the.... life that dies everyday
the nights that whisper away
the stars that twinkle with tears
the sun that no longer fears
to burn
like my country I am....nothing
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