Our belief in fate is fading to grey, though it enfolds the ends of our lives,
Some get lost while others fall down, chasing the damping sound of light,
We walk the reckless storm, a dying spark of faith is all just there to guide,
It helps us breathe; we breathe it when arms of air collapse uptight,
If all is lost or all is won, would it ever even matter once we’re done?
‘Cause what’s left of us and our loved ones are ashes lost into the blinding dust,
When day sets in and sun comes out, would it be right if I wished for night?
‘Cause all our lives; we’ve been prone to take everything at darker sides,
If we could walk, wish we would, we’ll make it home; bright colors of life,
They’ve been around here, a thousand years, awaiting light and observing eyes,
But it’s hard to find the truth that’s lost inside the abyss of vicious lies,
As we all pretend life, having not the slightest clue, how to fight with fire?
- Talal Ghazi
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