The sinner's complaint I


My Lord, late Already
I don’t want you to wipe my tears
I don’t want you to hug me now
I don’t have the strength any more
To beg and to plead
To prostrate or to bow

Since the day I’m in love with you
I’ve been counting the stars
Talking to the moon
A reason to hang around
Coz I know you won’t show up soon

I know you really exist
But what are you doing up there
Your world makes me feel scared
Every time you peep out the sky
Whenever I moan each time I cry

You pass by me
Sometimes you halt
You smile and turn around
While I lie on the ground
I lift up my head
To look at you
You turn your back on me
You act pretty rude

I don’t want you to wipe my tears
I don’t want you to hug me now
I don’t have the strength any more
To beg and to plead
To prostrate or to bow

I’m waiting for the judgment day
The day we meet face to face
I wait to see, if you can dare
After all your bitter betrayals
If in my eyes you can stare

Don’t evaluate me that day
For all my bad deeds
My answers might blow your cover
For your angels to heed

I’ll be the one that day
To walk out and betray
Make you feel the hurt that day
When persecuted non stop
You don’t get a chance to explain
Don’t get a chance to say

No need to apologize now
There’s no way I’ll prostrate again
There’s no way Sohail will bow


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