Under His Sacred Tree
Under his sacred tree he sat
With tears in his eyes
Tired of fleeing away
Scared of being a part
of this cruelty
Under his sacred tree he sat
Asking god to take him away
To forgive his sins
To spare his soul
Under his sacred tree he sat
Looking around him
with despair
Feeling the darkness in his blood reign
Under his sacred tree he sat
With his eyes closed
Thinking of his life
as a huge mistake
Wondering why god
is permitting this world
to torment his weary heart
Wondering when will his painful tears dry
Wondering when will this vain world cease
Then in front of him
he saw the bright face
That relieved his pain
and moderated his agony
with a tear crawling on his face,
with smile drawn on his face
he died
under his sacred tree
he died …
Copyright © Sara Murad | Year Posted 2007
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