Tawwabin

Some words are like arrows thrown Mindlessly, without a thought A faucet that freely flows Heedless of the coming drought We waste our time in futile cause Those trivial battles we have fought We show the world how much we've grown With lavish items we have bought Years have passed we think we owned With sins that's bursting at the seams Where's the rope I used to hold Is Jannah far beyond reach? Just the thought of these and more Gives me the anxieties With At-tawwab as my Lord Somehow puts my heart at ease