Where did you go… where did you go…
When I can’t see you it’s as if my eyes are closed
Where did you go… where did you go…
I woke up to see faces replaced by shadows
* * *
I slept… wishing I hadn’t… I was regretting every moment
I dreamt… that I would lament… waking up seeing that you had went
Father… my things I’d gather… and my soul to your soul I’d tether
I swear… you I won’t bother… and I’ll be as light as a feather
Come back for me… come back for me…
I won’t disturb your trip O’ last son of Ali
Come back for me… come back for me…
If my eyes don’t see you I don’t know how they’ll see
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I weep… asking how I’ll sleep… and the tears in my tiny eyes seep
Drowning… in a sea so deep… and my soul afloat I just can’t keep
Tears flow… a weight of sorrow… a pain I don’t understand or know
Help me… crushed is my shadow… stretched out like the bow of an arrow
I am drowning… I am drowning…
And in my fright my father’s name I am calling
I am drowning… I am drowning…
And the air of your presence is not returning
* * *
If I… don’t see in my eye… my father between the tears I cry
I’m scared… I’ll see in the sky… a spear holding my father’s head high
They’d write… asking you to fight… but father I foresee in my sight
They’ll flee… leaving Hussain’s light… left all alone in the sea of night
You’ll be alone… you’ll be alone…
And the gaze of your daughter you shall remember
You’ll be alone… you’ll be alone…
Just like I was left without you O’ my father
* * *
I don’t… understand, I can’t… deny that my father’s sight I want
Let you… set sail I won’t… and with all my tears you’ll stay afloat
A sea… is all that I see… and within it I’m stranded, lonely
Waiting… no-one beside me… and left taunting me is my memory
I remember… I remember…
The father’s kiss that would take all my pain away
I remember… I remember…
The loving arms of my father in which I’d play
* * *
My tongue… does not know you’ve gone… and my tongue keeps calling you to come
My eyes… tell it there’s no-one… silent and speechless my lips become
My eyes… are tortured by cries… and it’s as if a spear in them lies
I cry… tell me it’s all lies… does Hussain’s head upon a spear rise?
Is that your head… is that your head…
That I see bloody and weighted upon a spear
Is that your head… is that your head…
Each tear I cry takes away from my life, a tear
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(London – 10/04/14)