Amity
The wind is strong, the sky so
gray
The storm seems not to abate
Your heart embarks on peril
voyage.
O! he falls into the abyss of
disarray
The storm is great, the dust
forms cloud
The dust is like a vibrant
ocean tide
The heart is in the heart of
Saharah desert
O! she can't find an oasis
Having a genuine and candid
pal
Amidst this ferocious weather
Is like drinking a cool water
In the heart of Saharah desert
With them, our hearts are
mended
Like the celestial Angels,
They hold us up when
Our wings are broken
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