When nature paints the night..I let loneliness walk the soul...In silence my heart whispers..even though it sounded soft...
I watched you in silence...in my way that you don't understand...ln my silence I make you beauty...although bandaged in wounds...In my silence I make you a rainbow, though covered in gray...
Either this is right or wrong...why be heart sculpted...Either this is right or wrong...why am I experience it.. .ln the greatness of Your night, O Allah...I put my mind in a question...Asked who was strung in a sighed breath...A question that was once painted through your dreams, O Allah...
Dreams that would not be possible in scripts...just wrapped neatly inside...