Aur kitnay kaffan uthayein gay?
Aur kitnay bichar k jayein gay?
Aur kitnon ki qurbani dei
K ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Aur kitna hum seh payein gay?
Aur kitna khoon bahayein gay?
Aur kitnon ko hum bhool jayein
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Aur kitna sog manayein gay?
Aur kitnay ansoo bahaein gay?
Aur kitnon ko hum maaf karain
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

Kya hum bhi muskuraein gay?
Kya hum bhi zinda reh payein gay?
Ya hum bhi ab apni jaan de dein
Tou ye sanehay khatam hojayein gay?

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the ****** and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to ***** up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

How many more? I ask you, how many more?
How many more are we going to sacrifice?
How many more vigils will we light?
How many more poems will I write?
How many more of my country men will die?
How many more hash tags and black displays?
How many more have to pay?
How many more coffins will we lift?
How many more? I ask you, how many more, ******!?
When will this end? When will this stop?
How many more tears will turn into blood drops?
How many more? I ask you, how many more?
Please have some mercy, have some mercy oh God!

Wait.
Does she not trust you?
Have you tried looking at her differently?
Maybe she had trusted too many people in the past
who broke her trust. (And her heart.)
Maybe the last guy she loved, told her the same things
that you did.
"Don't worry honey, you can trust me."
"Hey, I promise you I won't leave."
Maybe she's pushing you away because she knows
how this is going to end. (she'll be hurt again.)
Maybe she's too broken to try again.
Maybe she just needs some time (or forever.)
Maybe she just needs herself right now.
Or maybe someone who could love her better
and remove all her fears away.
But you won't understand that obviously.
(because you won't stay.)



(Nobody ever does.)

I see things that are not to be seen
And I hear things that are silent for the ears.

They tell me to not go against the flow
of the river
that's been flowing since the begining
of the universe.

But I don't see my fault in all this
I am gifted as well as cursed.

In the graveyard of the forgotten,
I see the dead rising up
With their faces burned and full of scars.
Their eyes turn hollow when they see some life
But I see them looking at me as the child of the dark.
They sit around the burning bones and sing
the songs of the unheard souls.
They sing and dance and celebrate
the life that they never lived
as they curse the great pearl for
changing the course of their stars.