Ya recall when we came?
I don't know for what reason yet I don't think our heads were totally clear
It feels familiar to have a talk—I frequently attempt to cherish that second
Without knowing whether to be heard or not
All things considered, that is not my capacity to know anything
Day, night, whenever
Interestingly, nobody hears or sees
Not a responsibility for each morning—but everytime, rather without fail, without getting exhausted
Although sometimes i was confronted for the sake of civilization culture
Truly, I can't
It is a disgrace to expose any lowliness to a crowd
Our shame that we keep to ourselves
Precarious inward breaks—no time to talk
Always represented by mom's mouth
Once more, the significance is faint
In the event that it seems like it, perhaps I can speak about our expectations. After all, I appear to be determined. Yes, I wasn't right either
At that point how might you vanquish your own sense of self towards significantly different people?
How might one remain on one own balance without being enticed by different people?
How should you control other humans' notions?
We concede that everything is the ruling of The Dependable
Be that as it may, now and then it's all our doing
So help us, offenders,

"Now, and at the hour of our death"

Just asking for help makes my heart sting—not doubtful but too despicable
We merit all the thoughts, acts, and words
If we actually have far to go, we will comprehend
I? I can't afford other people's ambitions
Maybe I won't ask—for me: just give what I deserve because I will always do what I want
And if I let my guard down, know that I am honest
Whose soul shall I hurt?
I need to concede that occasionally the aim isn't in accordance with the outcomes
But we have all endured our own suffering
Fair, right?
We're not going to tell the whole story
What I will say presently is that we are drained, we are frail, we surrender
I twist my knees each Sunday morning or evening
Obviously without anybody seeing
The Mazbah has seen me in an assortment of circumstances—glad, tragic, irate, unfilled, pleased, alcoholic, even fantasizing
I'm truly embarrassed
It's not as easy as forgiving others, it's also hard to forgive yourself

"As we also forgive those who wronged us"

Truth be told I have been slapped in many different ways
Many more than one cry that I thought was purposeless
I do not reject any negative experiences, on the contrary I also do not demand positive experiences
Eventually, being a support for another human is the main address that I go to
I want to become a meaning
I hope we can become a meaning

With your approval,


We bowed to the ground