These days, a stranger, sorrow reigns,
My spirit withers, these passing lanes.
A stranger, sorrow, takes its hold,
Each joy, I grasp, turns bleak and cold.
My spirit, dwindling, fades away,
A stranger, sorrow, steals the day.
What is judgment but a world that bleeds?
What is judgment but a world that bleeds?
The gatherings remain, a hollow shell,
The heart's delight, a fading spell.
The gatherings remain, a hollow shell,
The heart's delight, a fading spell.
The same Shahiba Shakir, yet the heart grows dim,
The same Shahiba Shakir, yet the heart grows dim.
The same candle, flame reduced to ash,
The same candle, flame reduced to ash.
The same life, a burden heavy to bear,
Oh, what a state my very soul doth share,
The same life, a burden heavy to bear,
Oh, what a state my very soul doth share,
As life itself, from life, is slowly torn,
As life itself, from life, is slowly torn.
These days, a stranger, sorrow reigns,
My spirit withers, these passing lanes.
A stranger, sorrow, takes its hold,
Each joy, I grasp, turns bleak and cold.
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