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Lost Without

Lonesome journey remains

Ache circulated through my veins

Diving off the cliff of the unknown

Body limp in a pile of bone

 

Let your will be left to the wind

In this holy land I have sinned

Freedom sent to the local crusade

I dropped to my knees and prayed

 

Search for you makes me fatigued

What you bring keeps me intrigued

Shouting from the mosque at night fall

Slip away and plunge from the wall

 

Alone with no direction

I plead to you for a little affection

Guide me to a brighter light

Save me from my death tonight

 

Years pass in time, dying slowly without

Give me rope, rescue me from this drought

Looking and waiting, I beg for you to come forth

Hidden, I am lost without my North

 

 

09.10.05.11:02:00@BirzeitPalestine

09.10.05.20:57:58@AthensGreece