In no land of his own,
and acting the way i would,
if I had to dance,
out of compulsion
and prayer,
but never out of passion,
cause i can't,
yet clearly now,
have i gone insane to perform the deed,
or none else can my mind revel upon,
dead is the being, and so,
alive till the body dies,
is my love,
what i did love once,
now needs so proof,
as I am here, once again,
all alone,
wondering what of it all,
if i could never make past,
this land, that is none like my own,
and if then i ever landed onto
the blessed place i dream of,
once, and again,
touched by her footsteps,
I'll know, my life has too been
accomplished,
as now at last,
I've gotten a glimpse of my beloved,
yet so far, only in essence,
and where's the rhyme of this poisonous song of life?
And i could say, it needs none,
as for the rest, I'd hope the ink has already been used,
as I'd hope too, much like the hive,
the folks and friends are together,
and yet, i am here,
in no land of my own.
As I look past the roads,
and crowds of people,
and my inner thoughts that whisper,
to try and take hold,
or once in a while,
as I'd remember to wish to
witness those mountain folds,
and in chance i forget the one,
those eyes meant to sit beside mine,
I'll know what I've learned,
and Like a prayer,
I'll remember her,
in my phrases of life,
and then again,
pray, as she'll help me
win these fights,
and along then,
As like a prayer,
I hope the air travels,
and whispers in the
message,
that by any chance,
I might've failed to deliver,
as for now,
affected and outrun,
I stand, alone,
a wish outside a river,
or a pool of green water,
scented like the 4'o clock flower.
And all this,
may help me remember you,
and like a prayer,
I've retained our shared breath,
as you'll burn
the corpse,
and let the incense flow
up to mine,
and you'll know the lies,
as then, and now again,
you know,
you've succeeded in love,
and whether hurt,
or in comfort,
I've remembered you,
like a prayer.
17h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
In no land of his own,
and acting the way i would,
if I had to dance,
out of compulsion
and prayer,
but never out of passion,
cause i can't,
yet clearly now,
have i gone insane to perform the deed,
or none else can my mind revel upon,
dead is the being, and so,
alive till the body dies,
is my love,
what i did love once,
now needs so proof,
as I am here, once again,
all alone,
wondering what of it all,
if i could never make past,
this land, that is none like my own,
and if then i ever landed onto
the blessed place i dream of,
once, and again,
touched by her footsteps,
I'll know, my life has too been
accomplished,
as now at last,
I've gotten a glimpse of my beloved,
yet so far, only in essence,
and where's the rhyme of this poisonous song of life?
And i could say, it needs none,
as for the rest, I'd hope the ink has already been used,
as I'd hope too, much like the hive,
the folks and friends are together,
and yet, i am here,
in no land of my own.
As I look past the roads,
and crowds of people,
and my inner thoughts that whisper,
to try and take hold,
or once in a while,
as I'd remember to wish to
witness those mountain folds,
and in chance i forget the one,
those eyes meant to sit beside mine,
I'll know what I've learned,
and Like a prayer,
I'll remember her,
in my phrases of life,
and then again,
pray, as she'll help me
win these fights,
and along then,
As like a prayer,
I hope the air travels,
and whispers in the
message,
that by any chance,
I might've failed to deliver,
as for now,
affected and outrun,
I stand, alone,
a wish outside a river,
or a pool of green water,
scented like the 4'o clock flower.
And all this,
may help me remember you,
and like a prayer,
I've retained our shared breath,
as you'll burn
the corpse,
and let the incense flow
up to mine,
and you'll know the lies,
as then, and now again,
you know,
you've succeeded in love,
and whether hurt,
or in comfort,
I've remembered you,
like a prayer.
