In the darkest cell of loneliness,
The blue over the skies of heart,
Whimpering till it hurts the base of sea,
Begging for the ultimate truth,
And fear utters,
Oh lord, I'm lost in the joy of pride,
Purify my soul with your perfect touch,
Oh lord, the unbearable truth is haunting me now,
Bless me your divine melody.
Sustain me and I confess,
My rose is planted in the garden of my enemies,
My comrades follow their new commands.
Do I have enough witness,
That can hold me to you.
Do I have enough truth?
Source: Arif Hussain https://www.facebook.com/...