When they ask for me..
Tell them I am gone.
Tell them I am hidden somewhere between the sunrise...
And the sunset.
Suspended somewhere between love... And hate.
I am trapped between a moment of goodness and a moment of evil.
When they ask for me...
Tell them they are too late.
Tell them that their ignorance drove me away.
That they have lost.
That strapped to my chest is a clock.
Ticking off seconds until the explosion.
When they ask for me...
Assure them that I am well.
That I can speak for myself.
That I have gone to tell stories of tears and sunshine
Lost somewhere between Damascus and the walls in Palestine.
When they ask for me...
Tell them I am insignificant.
Tell them not to waste prayers when some need them desperately.
Speak only words of good, you should say.
And we may see a better day.
When they yell for better answers...
Tell them that not everything is as it seems.
Tell them that gray is painted boldly on the scrolls of history.
That maybe everything comes slow and steady.
When they ask for me...
Tell them...
Nothing.
They wasted so much time on little.
I had hoped my absence would mean something.
Tell them to stop asking for me and to finally seek me.
I am not obtained through idleness.
Nor grasped out of coincidence.
Tell them that they must chase after me.
And then they may finally see.
Sincerely...
Victory.
