Why did l ever mend my clothes with fine stitches
My unpatched shirt spoke with its buttons untucked
My life it held with its warmth over my body against the night
And my eyes could barely see a blue sunshine, was it me ?

It befits l leave empty handed
But with my deeds to the grave
The sunset is here with its warmth
Leave my gravestone, let me sleep
Perhaps, indeed, l will wake up one day
Not for you but to meet God finally

We will scatter as beads
We will swirl and lose ourselves
As HE unveils himself
We will forget the beauty of paradise
And the wrath of hell with its agony
We went through death and resurrection
To finally see our beloved

With impunity
They invade, destabilize
Clear cut tyranny

Don't leave us alone
We have forsaken the world for you
As we sit, stand and sleep
We remember you and forget ourselves
Color us in your color
It's hard to not fall in love with you

A time will come, truth will become strange
Glad tidings to the strangers

Who travel and remain unfixed to anything They will hastily flee to God

This world is temporary and bound to perish
We love the one who is ever-living

Ever since being expelled from Eden
We look and long for our lost home
We descended to this strange place
See, our soul is not of this world
Hence the emptiness we feel now and then