Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven she tones her rose-red colour and lent nature a cool spark. Boom, that fires up big bang! So she shades her hue puts on her black niqab so in her shadow nature can flower. Now the full-blown scientia nature is beyond every hand’s touch eyes on for her Queen everywhere!
The song never dies He can silence your laughter, make still your movement And extinguish the physical Air may fade until only a beat is left in your conscious mind Lyrics taken from your lungs But the song plays It plays behind shut eyes Triumphant sound the deaf can hear Shaken from the depths of your memory by a turbulent bed The song never dies
If my name was more unique My cadence more strong My words more angry Or my roving eye of justice — More outstretched and long Maybe then I would stand out to you Maybe then I would start to sing anew But probably not As you cannot sing what is not meant to be your song
Words are words. Tone is Tone. All voices are meant to be themselves, no exceptions.