I ask, is the world dark or am I just blind?
Is death by luck or a fate for me to find?
It eats me away, the ostracism from me
If I paid more attention could I then see?
I scream for help, but only hear my echoes
Do they hear over their violins and cellos?
How do you pray when I’m dying next to you?
Do you think Merciful God is blind to me too?
My Lord be not blind to my suffering in faith
I do all I can to support, they see me as bait
– June 13th, 2019