What do you know about love?
About the way it has shaped you?
Do you know how it created the space inside?
Were you aware of the shapes of its rooms,
Made with breathing walls,
Its vastness decorated with memorabilias.

In each space, the same tune plays,
Like a subtle hum.
You carry it in the way you walk and talk,
In the way you look and feel.
You may have forgotten, you may doubt it,
But it is more real than
What you'd be without it.

Only love can make pain precious,
And turn sadness to a homage.
Only love can turn anger to an act of kindness.
Only love can cure your blindness.
Only love can make solitude warm,
Only love can withstand a storm.

And when you ripped from me
My love,
You rendered my heart but a shell.
My soul oozing blood,
My life, a living hell.

I should've cherished the kisses,
The warmth in those hugs.
I should've written down the stories,
Before paying that heavy cost...

So I ask you once again,
What do you know about love?

You spent your life fighting for freedom,
You became liberated from life
Oh martyr.
People, enslaved by their delusions
Enslaved you,
none were wiser.

Tell me,
If the hearts that beat are the same,
If the lungs that breathe are
Capable of uttering the Name,
Could such evil come from me?

The devil doesn't answer once he is called to question.
The devil instead burrows your face,
And wears a copy of your skin,
And utters your words back to you.

Oh martyr,
You may have been but a child,
A woman, a fighting man,
An elder,
Maybe you had died offering a helping hand,
A mother, a father.
We grieve over the loss
Of our sister, our brother.
With each light that is cut off
The world grows darker and darker.
Robbed from your care and your love
It gets so much colder.
And the rest of us are left
Under the glaring shadow of imminent death
Because the war never ends
Until every pure soul draws its last breath.

Home is heaven,
The children of Adam are displaced.
Some of heaven's diaspora
Are still swooned by Satan's whisper.
What a shame.

Revelling in its opulence,
I still thought the grass could be greener.
Poisoned with delusion,
My pride only grew with anger.
I had sought and I had sought and I
Suffered every step of the way.
I listened to the whispers and
My heart hardened, my eyes darkened,
Hair began falling, turning grey.
Poison seeped out my pores,
My words swayed those vulnerable
To have a share in my hell.

Dear God,
I have fallen.
This devil would like to return to heaven.
Purify my soul, offer me a chance
At redemption.
Dear God,
I admit to you with deep shame,
I have learnt my lesson.

Your blood
Submerged in the soil
Helps a red rose to grow.
Once cut, it regrows,
It is cut and cut again,
Uprooted, burned, and poisoned,
But there is an infinite mercy that
Brings it back.
And as long as there is life,
There is a path to forgiveness.
And as long as there is life,
There is a chance.
As long as there is a heart,
There is healing.
So do not lose hope whilst you're bleeding.
Look around and see the chances given
Glittering like stars in the night sky,
Twinkling as they say hello and goodbye.
I wouldn't lie to you.
Your rose will always grow.
It is a promise worth fighting for.

The building still stands,
Cold, devoid of a soul,
We wait by its doors to
Say our goodbyes.

Every little bird passes by
One by one,
Looks back with a tearful smile
And a grateful heart,
And takes flight.
Our strings are not cut
But
It is stretching far and wide.
How exciting!
We are moved by the winds,
And in our laughter we cry,
We ask that you forgive our sins,
And take the chance to say your joyous goodbyes.

If you weigh as a feather
You'd shine as bright as the sun
And all those heavy knots will be undone!
You will be as if on a boat
Sailing safely across the sea,
And you'll happily sing a song
"No wave will phase me!"
And it will be true,
But this is known only to a few.
Whether part of the crew, or a captain,
You'll gladly play your part as you've imagined,
For this is how life makes its art.

Father died,
And yet it was my mother who became a ghost.
She is the one still haunting
The memories of him.

"Who are you?" I ask her,
And she looks up as a teenager
On that sunny day when you first met.
Eyes glistening with love and promise,
At a time where I was not born yet.

Father, she says you visit her,
But in fact it is she who visits you,
No doubt about it.
She keeps telling me she wants to go home,
Because that is what you took when you left.
I ask her "where are you?"
And she finally recognises me,
But she stares at me in horror
The way she stared at you hanging from the tree.

Death is selfish, father.
Death doesn't just come for the dying
But for the living,
When it has made a phantom out of the heart of my mother.

She asks me "who are you?"
But I don't have the heart to tell her,
That's the truth.
Everyone has become a stranger, father.
Everyone but you.