When the songs regain their meanings,
Will I again have the strength to run?
This came to my mind when I was feeling
That everyday I was getting more numb.
I can't name if its kind of a therapy or a trauma,
And don't know if I should take pride.
Don't know if i'm turning more dazed,
Or if my sense of smell is gone?
Is it all my fault?
Even if its,
It's okay to have regrets, or else how would you be
The person who you are today?
Will you let yourself breathe?
My feet aren't touching the ground again
While I am trying to decide
If all of these are happening for a cause,
Or will I drown under this tide?
But no! I'm sure that you won't take me
Your guns won't be enough.
Without a cell big enough to hold my spirit,
Where will you run and hide,
When my chains break & rot?
I know it is,
Wearying to be yourself with a genocide on our streets,
But we all should learn from the still clenched
Fists buried underneath.
What's a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What's the point of fear if they took your home?
What's a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How can you run from your own?
Somehow you proved myself to me again,
That I will never be done.
Maybe not born of, but raised by you as a taboo,
I don't owe shit to no one!
Yeah I'm free, like I'll always be,
Fierce, potent and consciously.
The parvenu middle class and the bourgeoisie,
We're fueled by hopes and dreams.
But your militias run with money.
But it all has an end,
Like our lives. But I have pride in that I wont die in vain.
Because I didn't and won't let any god to put a name in my pain.
What's a life to live if there is nothing that you can die for?
What's the point of fear if they took your home?
What's a life to give when there is nothing left to live for?
How far can you run from your
Own light which shines upon,
The tombs of Abdul Halik Hazara and Bresci.