Soaring with smiles from the problems that continuously peeps,
For pleasure of the Man Upstairs, I persistently seek.
It’s a known journey of an unknown distance,
With its different levels of hindrance.
But we’re all I’ve got and, this; I must see to the end.
Needs are most often placed at an unreachable height,
With its elegant view clearly mocking our sight.
Trust placed in Allah, is enough strength for the unbearable climb,
No depression as we can’t afford to make us prisoners of time.
Now that we’re all I’ve got then; I must see all of these to the end.
Things we’re lacking are closely positioned to form a range,
Almost always angry at the circumstances we cannot change.
That is the sweet struggle for love and its spicy beauty,
For if we want to rest in it, we’ve all got a duty.
I know we’re all I’ve got and, I should see this to the end.
Trees and mountains are firm nature we know,
But patience is even stronger and longer it goes.
I get tired, broken and sometimes just wanna cry,
But at the break of everyday, I’d give it one more try.
If we’re really all I’ve got then; I must see this to the end.