the time passes
and you still here
sitting here
in this desert
in this emptiness
holding those souls
hostages to the
wicked desires
shackling them
to the darkness
of night
seducing them
to exchange vows
with death
come on old man
let's leave!!
come on old man !!
let's go to
the land of hope
where the sun
is gentle and laughing
and the sky is crystal blue
come on old man
and lead those people
to where the wind of will
flirts with the dreams
and the rain of faith
heals the spirit
come on old man
to where every moment
is dancing with
the joy of life
he kneeled kissing the
feet of death
showing his devotion
and with every wrinkle
of a lost soul in his face
shouting !!
my tears are the sand
of this desert !
here are the roots of misery
here is the well of my strength
so ask them to leave
ask them to revolt and
start the journey
pray to Allah the Almighty
and He (SWT) shall guide
you through the doubts
and the fears
this the truth i said it
once
and from now on let silence be
our language !
Ismail A. Ali
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