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
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