Of Layla And Majnoun

Faithful to the signs,
The sunset in my mind,
The barren is my romance,
This battle is my dance.

Oh don't you cross the sea,
As many would've drown,
You seem to be in me,
Yet not within this town.

Holding out my mist at hand,
Embracing scarves,
Embracing hands,
How many years has it been,
How many nights have I thinned,
To nothing.

I look for you in the many skies,
The red of the clouds, mahogany thighs,
You cross my mind.
Every single lonely time.

I pray to the Fair,
It's gotten in my hair,
As it's been decided,
That my fate is divided,
From you.

The war might have ended,
But the temporal world continues to hide it,
The shade in the park,
Or the thistle in stark brown sand.

I want you to hold me,
I want you told hold my wizened hand,
It gets kinda melancholic,
But whatever makes you understand,
That I'm through.

To tie the bactrian,
And leave it to see me through,
The sandstorm is nothing,
Compared the sound of your muse.

Cry will you not,
I'm buried waiting for you.

Try will you please,
In your arms I'd love to decease.

The wraith in the shrines,
The fall of the marble-made divine,
A warrior-poet,
Or a man out of line?

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What do you do when you can't hold me,
And nobody's waiting by your side,
Leave your money,
You're hiding for much too long,
Living in your foolish pride.

I tried to give you consolation,
The only girl who's let you down,
Like a fool,
I fell in love with you,
You turn my whole world upside down.

Take this messed up situation,
Before I finally go insane,
Please don't say,
That I'll never find a way,
Or tell me all my love's in vain.

You got me on my knees,
Begging now and plead,
Lover, won't you ease my worried mine...

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Don't take back the city for yourself tonight,
And I won't take the city for me,
Don't take the city for yourself tonight.

God knows you've put your life into a field of mines,
And all the cradles has been crushed,
It's time to stop being the mice.

Forty years later and it's killing me,
Your broken daggers and words,
Ten thousand bricks where a home should be.

No need to put you in a trial now,
Don't need convincing at all,
I love the race enough to have no doubt.

It's a mess,
It's a start,
It's a soul's work of art,
It's the city that falls,
Not your heart,
Just the walls,

It's a light,
That will fight,
All the white and their might,
You can dream,
All you want,
Coz the song's never done.

Let's take the city tonight,
And make a fool of their ways,
Although it's love it's not right,
We know the smog is too bright.

Don't tell me that you've had enough,
Coz I won't stop talking now,
One perfect guidance,
One eternal fist.

They're fading like the stars they wish to be.