One cannot cry through words, For they merely form lines stretching across the page. The blood that weeps turns into ink, and sighs become the marks I leave! The cost of non seriousness, becomes a serious steep. for time and health both are priceless. Should I pause my words, something more precious is to take care of? Should my praise fall silent now, or is this the moment to give my best? How long have you been caged, by whispers of false desires? Rise above, above from the earth’s heavy red crust. Mold the heat you’ve endured and walk the ground as you are meant to, Place one foot infront of another step by step, move forward. Up above is the sky where you are eager to fly high Always a constant shadow Wherever you go. A reminder, glimpse of hope that you can always look up to. But if you rise to reach the sky, will the earth below seem small ? Or will you choose to stay grounded, discovering secrets beneath your feet? For some see from afar those who stretch their gaze wide. So, why not try to reach the miles where dreams never get lost? Under the sky that shelters all, that runs across every horizon. From there you are in his watch The Ar-Raqib, who sees all your Rabb, your Lord. Lift your head and follow the line whether by the day or in the dark, Take care of your soul, until the last day fills your eyes.
