Ramadhan is coming to an end
And Eid is on its way.
Come with me my friend,
And together we will ride the waves
To our little 𝘒𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘨, listening to songs on end
And going through jams that might as well last for days.

The family is waiting for us,
With food stacked up high.
Pretty clothes is a must,
For saying we love ugly ones is a lie.

Eid is coming my friends!
So let's have some fun!

Clouds of grey above their heads,
Mopping heads on their beds
Negativity possessed their mind,
The friends I know, I can no longer find.

Why is it at this age,
We're all consumed by rage?
Wait, scratch that.
It's more of a hazy stormy mat.
Shrouded around our shoulders,
Making us bend like we're carrying boulders.

I kind of find it confusing,
Was it really their choosing?
Or is it the environment that changed them?
Now they shine like dull gems.
I hope they'll turn out all right
And hope that the hidden war they fight,
Will eventually be conquered.
And that, would make me feel honoured.

You can only
Isolate the shadow

If you cast
The light

And as it was, is
And will be

I remember the way the wind carried your hair.
I remember that you laughed like a maniac.
I remember how you'd whine when things weren't fair.
I remember you calling me a brainiac.

I remember when you had to leave.
I remember the tears falling off my sleeve.  
I remember you saying goodbye.
I remember when my heart sighed.

I remember that was when I realised,
I remember that I loved you...