Heartaches
The sand is whipping round my face
But inside it's my heart that aches
I have been forced to marry you
And I must always be true
You might love me, deep inside
But my true feelings I must hide
For when it's time for me to pray
I pray and pray for better days
Oh sweet Allah, hear my plea!
Let some joy come back to me
My life is colorless and bland
Like the color of desert sand
The sand is whipping round my face
And now my heart no longer aches.
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