In the quiet of solemn night's echoes
In the quiet of solemn night's echoes,
I find myself wandering, a traveler without a sky,
Lost in the shadows of my own reflection,
A stranger looking back, unrecognized.
Your hand, a beacon in my stormy sea,
Keeps me away from an unknown world,
Where the air is heavy and the nights endless,
And my name whispers like a foreign song.
I am grateful, more than I can express,
For your love, strength, unwavering hand,
That keeps me on the edge of despair,
Taking wounds, taking stains for someone like me.
I know I am imperfect, my heart has stumbled,
Perhaps breaking yours along the way,
My words have cried where they should have smiled,
My strength, a flicker, where yours is a flame.
Yet, I beg you, remain as the lighthouse in my storm,
The hand that holds my trembling soul,
For without you, prayers turn to ash,
And my heart becomes a room without a window.
Please, stay, for you are the last light of my ocean,
The rhythm of my heartbeat, the echo of my voice,
Stay, for without you, the world would lose Abdo,
And my soul would be lost in the silence of the void.
So, I plead, stay, as the keeper of my hope,
For without you, my heart will never open again,
Please, stay, as the love that redeems my soul,
The light that guides me home.
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