On The Prayer

Thousands times the sins with my own way

Thousands ways I was hoping for the truth

None of this I could get easily

None of this I could achieve

The faith looked like the soil drowning on the rain

The root of the religion on the heart seemed very poor

I was sad

I was crying

I was empty

I was nothing

With the tearing drop I am begging you Allah

For the darkness life I had

For the evils way I did

T he senses of mine witnessed how lunatic I was

To you

Only to you

I am wishing for mercy

With the highest regret I am surrendering now

With the lowest heart I am forcing you to forgive

Give me back to your way

Give me back to your arm

On the prayer