It’s carved on my chest ,
That my path is under the dark ,
That I’m not from it ,
That it’s not a devil’s mark.
It’s carved into existence ,
That the long way home at night ,
Doesn’t define the destiny ,
And as i am searching and looking for it ,
Existence is looking for me ,
And as i crave the struggle in it ,
It craves itself in me..
For no way home is colorful ,
And no way home is pure ,
And no way home was made ,
By flowers and songs and jewels ,
And i know the path is down there ,
And i know it’s deep to cure ,
And i know that it surrounds me ,
Trying to leave me without a clue .
But the path will always wait me ,
And i will always do ,
Try to find me in the miles ,
The miles of clouded hell ,
Where heaven runs and heaven fuel .
And I’m not a shadow worker ,
But my shadow work for the soil ,
For the joys that didn’t happen ,
For the lost people in dreams ,
For dreams in lost realities ,
And in the me and them ,
And us I’m trying to recoil .
And if i didn’t then god , forgive me.
And love me when I’ll always do ,
For tonight I’m betting on you ,
Not on the flows , not on the moon ,
But on the love I’m willing to be sacrificed by ,
For the angels , not the devil’s fools ,
And tonight I’m getting sacrificed ,
To a dawn nearing so soon.
zaki monzer 