Saturday, June 20, 2015

HEARTACHE

Heartbreak is my game,
But forget not, I never surrender,
The light might get dim, but my fire gets bigger.
Through absolute darkness I may walk with the ember of my spirit.
Shoot me, blow me, hit me, no stopping before my death.

Thorny trails, towering peak, even gravel sandstorm,
Bring them to me.
With blood sweat and tears, rocks as my sails leaves as my anchor,
I'll cross these savage seas.

For you my angel,
You can run and you can hide.
But my instict preys,
You may break my iron gate,
But the walls of my fortress never tumble.
You may be stronger than me, but no persistent as me.
I had loved roses, but you are the tulips.
I would be the blacksmith to fix your broken pieces.
The medic to heal your wounds.
Even if myself you wounded.

I'm a man of blood and flesh,
Sticks breaks my bones,
Razors and blades tear my flesh,
But my faith to Allah is immortal.
In The Compassionate I give my heart,
To The As-Salam I ask for peace in my heart,
Al-Muhaymin is always by my side,
O The Opener please show me the way
Forgive all my sins O The Forgiving,
Al-Kabir, Al-Ali, Al-Jalil.

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