O
Thou
What I
Was yesterday
Will not be today
What I will be today
Will not be another day
I, bloom in passion of Thy
Burning and rising like a ray
Thirst and enduring pain, I obey
Woven in desire of love and mystery
Now aid me stand firm in this *** of clay
Breathe fresh life into my eyes, for a new day

✒ ℐamil Hussain