Weird Whispers

by Sarah Rahman (Essaar)

Alone in my darkened room
Along with the blessed solitude
I lay straight and stare at the wall
Figuring out my life's rises and falls
Thinking that I may belong to somewhere else
Knowing it made little sense
Comprehending the purpose of my existence
Was I being created for practicing persistence
Thinking what forced me to do wrongs
Why was I destined to hear the melancholic songs?
And when I ended up questioning myself
I saw a ray of light entering the room
I woke up and took a great deep sigh
A sigh of relief, that's what I believe
As Lord has shown me the way to fly
A reason to live; a purpose to die

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