I have lost my eyes' light
Her blood has become white
It was due to our parents,
Who didn't want our relation tight
In the beautiful season of spring
I saw her marriage's painful sight
Now she don't want me to meet
With her memories I often fight
My eyes are strander that
For her I always cried
I don't know why all parents
Do wrong, all relations right
Imran, why you write seriema
While people look for delight
lone view
searching you
minds eyes blue
stone cold rejection
reflecting rainbows hues
tides funneling through sand
mountains escape palms hand
mirrors pointing back at you
showing you a strander
being born holding
onto
a
lone view
Father, Father
so alone
while everyone is here you are gone
Trapped inside this lonely room
unlock this door you have the key
into the world to be free
in my core I shall keep you
Limy stormy sea's of green
no sails on this ship
hypnotising waves I see
up and down, up and down
Growling but nun could hear
strander for life it seemed
Melody I hear
Inside of me
calming the storm so I could see
for the first time I am free
Not alone anymore
Here you are
the key you give to me
trusting me. The sea's to lead
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