They came like a nightmare and took us away.
Oh Mother! Don't spill a tear, your son's in a better place.
They were scared of our pens so they fired us off.
Oh Mother! Don't cry for their guns have lost.

They pointed us out and asked our identities.
Oh Father! Stand tall, I answered them proudly.
I took a bullet in my head for wearing green.
Oh Father! Be strong, I did not feel a thing.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

Those monsters just killed, did not let anyone go.
Oh Father! Their hearts were stone cold.
They painted the walls of my school with our blood.
Oh Father! Don't worry, they will be the one to suffer.

I was received by the angels at the gates of heaven.
Oh Mother! That place was full of little children.
And when I met the Lord, I was dressed in green.
Oh Mother! My Mother! I was so happy.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

On nights like these, I find myself wandering
like a drunk and lost person
to find love
in the abandoned streets and alleys.
With my heart ripped out and the taste of liquor
stinging on the tip of my lips
as I knock on the doors of strangers
hoping someone would take me in
just once
so the fear of being alone
can disappear from my mind.
Sometime around midnight
as I lay covered in the unknown sheets
a thought hits me from nowhere
like a meteor hitting hard.
What words will the winds carry around
about me in the town?
But I smile to myself to think
that the winds are no different from me.
Going places just to find
some place to feel
wanted.

Shining
Star
Our pride
Fought till last
With dreams in her eyes
That little soul tried to beat her heart
She suffered all the pain while the whole nation prayed for her life
People like Arfa, with extra ordinary talent, aren't born everyday. Achieving so many high goals in such a little age.
Everyone have to face it but like success she faced it very early
That innocent laughter faded away somewhere so deep
Making everyone broken and teary
Now she sleep
With her
Shattered
Dreams!

The caterpillar has just blossomed out of the cocoon
There's a whole world for it to explore, if you let it fly
She's just the same, fluttering her wings for the flight
Don't cut them off; she's s child not bride.

Too young to understand what's happening to her
She can see all her dreams crashing down in front of her eyes.
Let her play with dolls not kids of her own
Don't ****** away her childhood; she's a child not bride.

She's too scared to even speak up for herself.
As you're putting up her piggy bank of wishes up for a price
A flew jingling coins for you is the clanking of the chains for her.
Don't sell her off like this; she's a child not bride.

She just wants to escape from the nightmare but sadly
The mason jar is too hard to break down for the little butterfly.
She weeps now to turn back into the caterpillar she once was
for she just wants to be a child not bride.

He's silently floating in the river of unknown
Wondering which shore will be his home
He's not lost, rather he is himself the light
Like the first song of the dawn
that scares away the demons of the night.

A baby and a dead are both covered in a white sheet.
The struggle is to keep it spotless somewhere in between.