Why was I so lucky,
but not all of you?

Why am I here,
without all of you?

God hasn’t been fair.

How does he choose;
who lives a life of lavish?
who lives a life of constant blues?

God’s supposed to protect and guide,
but why has he left you astray?

I pray for you.
I beg for you.
I need the world to care for you.

And if I could,
I’d create a place for you;
a paradise to run through,
to live in,
to let you breathe again.

I’d destroy the world and recreate it for you,
to give your home back,
to give the land to those it belongs.

Wallahi, I’d give it all to you.