Listen to the beat, how heart sinks
innocence drowned in desireful drinks
pure love raped by insane rage
imprisoning the soul in a lonesome cage
silent cries as it yearns to be set free
from the bars of evil obsession flee
the agony within stroked by her tear
penetrating her essence with such fear
belief consumed like stearin in the candle of hope
screaming out the wild pains she no more cope
her hand dares no longer stretch forth again
and be betrayed without knowing how it feels when
being lost in the pure gardens of love’s domain
instead her child runs hiding behind the abusing world
only to be embraced by the promise of al-Mahdi’s sweet word..