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Footsteps blind, my heart beat deaf Going somewhere, reaching full speed nowhere These empty eyes lit up by sins So easy to ignore my own people's blood spills I hear and I think and I mourn for a few minutes All the reporting in news of Muslims slain And yet still here I sit with my own set of sins Even when He calls, I feel there's a withholding reluctance With my footsteps blind and my heart beat deaf My heart empties so easily to be filled with festive joys And I forget how much my sisters' hearts do pain How much more pitiful my own self is Even in the comforts of a safe loving home With a freedom I do unthreatened hold I yet still sit with my own set of sins And when He calls, forget my brothers' blood spills.
- your pitiful soul
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sorry for such a long delay, sometimes there's a lot of emotion in me i can't find the words to put into. so it's really tough at this stage but if all these words i do put out here make a difference, then of course, I'll continue nonetheless. thank you safasiraj23 for pushing me to update <3 i would have taken a whole extra month, delaying writing otherwise :3
