Seems from the moment I was born
At least far back as I was young
People always asked of me
When I grew up what I wanted to be  

My mind changed throughout the years
Like wind blows from here to there
And all points in-between
How fickle at the time my mind would be

From every job I dreamed I could
There wasn't one I wouldn't love
As the shadows of youth grew long
So did the list I was working on

Until the day that I met you
And all that changed what I wanted to do
When you helped me to find
What I wanted to be when I grew up in life

Now there's no need to search any more
Because what I want to be in life is yours

The earth it is dry
The lips mute
The eyes blind
Lovers of letters
Words fell on deaf ears
Take out my hand
The heart it is cold
The soul wracks against a ribcage
The one I offered so much freedom to
It is hungry and it weeps
The moisture is clammy on my skin
But my mind protested
I am right
My Lord knows
He know it for sure
He know the insides of my heart are pure
Yes He knows
I dream of the blessed days
To catch up with Him
Eyes closed. Mind numb.
My heart it melts in an inferno only He could create
His month arrives like an operation of the emergency kind
Like a flat field where there's nowhere to hide from the truth
So that a believer may find Him
Even the careless stumble upon His way
My footsteps falter at His doorstep
My head it bows in defeat
I am helpless to my shame
Regretted never taking His name
Every fibre of my being supplicates to the almighty
Fill my mind with a humbleness that is a dying art
Fill my heart with a loyalty so strong it cannot be watered down
My Lord fill my lap with righteousness so I don't leave you empty
As the month it nears to an end
I bid farewell consoling my heart it has been sealed
Praying it sewn tight enough to last longer than before
I look ahead prepared for another test
And just when I start to fail beyond repair
Your month comes around again
Like an operation of the emergency kind
Breathing life into the walking dead
Save me before I am lost for sure
Arrogance it purges on my skin
Pride licks at the edges
I am ugly with sins threatening to swallow me whole
They chew on my balancing scales
Attempting to plunge me overboard
Suicide or ****** I can't tell the difference

Toil and trouble
He went through it all
Just a man yet so much more
He was the seal of prophet hood

Orphan child
Never knew his mother
But brought with him all parents rights
And love for children alike

Illiterate and uneducated
Yet not a word was taken for granted
Read in the name of Your Lord
A duty upon believers to seek knowledge

A noble and trustworthy tradesman
His character and personality spoke for him
Can you imagine in those times
A woman proposed to him

Committed to his mission
Peace treaties and alliances
Evicting racism and hatred
He even fought with rules and principles

He preached for the sake of brother hood
Humanity and love
We were all one
No nationality, no patriotism

Such responsibility
Yet never a burden
Beaten and exiled he lost his wife and kids
Still he carried on for us

Courageous and fearless
Never judged anyone by their past or looks
Open minded and tolerant
Even when he was helpless

Jewish neighbours
And Christian cousin in laws
He believed in good relations
And practised what was preached

He spoke of a time riddled with strife
Temptations with every breath
Those people would be tested the most
And he prayed for people he never met

Yes we love him
Because he guided us to right
Showed us a perfect example
The role model we all aspire to

You are not scared of the dark
You're scared of the shadows
It's a fear of the unknown
And that's pretty normal

You are not afraid of heights
You're anxious of falling
And it would be kind of stupid if you did
So that's pretty normal

You don't hate love
You fear not being loved back
Humans are not lone creatures 
So it's pretty normal 

It's not that you are scared of trying again
You just don't want to fail
For the same reasons 
So that's pretty normal 

Im scared of not being in control
Afraid of not having options
She's scared of spiders
We are all afraid of something

So she's a chicken if she doesn't jay-walk
And he lost the dare for excessive shots
We are not afraid of dying 
But rather we fear what comes after?

That's pretty normal

I found freedom in prayer
Peace in prostration
And belonging in submission
As my head touched the floor

I found my heart at the mosque
And a lullaby in the recitation of supplications
I found hypocrisy in preachers
And piety in the poor

Sisters that lay in the shadows
To show me light when I fall
Brothers who are protective 
But most of all respectful

I found a unity with strangers
A vision beyond this world
I wanted to see my reflection in
The rivers at the Gardens of Eden

I fell in love with manners
Smitten with worship
Prayer swept me off my feet
Where there is God there is no defeat