I lost my way
On the brightest day
For the path that was lit
Led to darkness
I found my sight
In the darkest night
When I drowned in the flood
Of His Nūr
Giving
To not have the last word
Is a charity you can afford
Is a charity you can afford
Coughing
All my spite
Is just my soul
Coughing
Is just my soul
Coughing
Straightaway
There can be no shortcuts
If the way is straight
Only places you stop
To sit down and wait
Till you’re strong enough
To go on
If the way is straight
Only places you stop
To sit down and wait
Till you’re strong enough
To go on
Afloat
Life’s ever a sea
Of uncertainty
And it’s waters seem calm
Over cups of tea
But then the winds blow
And soon the waves grow
Till the flotsam of plans
Is what’s left to see
Leave the sea do it’s bidding
Come, my soul, to your raft
Of uncertainty
And it’s waters seem calm
Over cups of tea
But then the winds blow
And soon the waves grow
Till the flotsam of plans
Is what’s left to see
Leave the sea do it’s bidding
Come, my soul, to your raft
Enough, Already
Do your thing
Move along
Please don’t sing
Another song
Magnifying
All your doing
With us vying:
Aah-ing, ooh-ing
If it’s beautiful
You’ll find it
In a garden
By a stream
If it’s ugly
You won’t mind it
Best forgotten
Like a dream
In the morning
After dawn
Do your thing
And move along
Move along
Please don’t sing
Another song
Magnifying
All your doing
With us vying:
Aah-ing, ooh-ing
If it’s beautiful
You’ll find it
In a garden
By a stream
If it’s ugly
You won’t mind it
Best forgotten
Like a dream
In the morning
After dawn
Do your thing
And move along
Reminders
Seek the hidden blessing
That it may find you
Grateful for whatever
May remind you
That it may find you
Grateful for whatever
May remind you
Comfort Zone
If you haven’t got something
To be ashamed of
Don’t worry, Khalid:
Go look for it
And if you still find nothing
Then maybe it’s time
To learn what to look for:
No book for it
To be ashamed of
Don’t worry, Khalid:
Go look for it
And if you still find nothing
Then maybe it’s time
To learn what to look for:
No book for it
Cheesy
“I’m sure I’m right.”
“It’s crystal clear.”
“Epiphany”
“What else is there?!”
Let that sit
Like a bowl of milk
If it goes off, tough!
Wasn’t good enough
If it turns sour
Then best delay
Another… week
To get your whey
“It’s crystal clear.”
“Epiphany”
“What else is there?!”
Let that sit
Like a bowl of milk
If it goes off, tough!
Wasn’t good enough
If it turns sour
Then best delay
Another… week
To get your whey
Survivor
There is no life that can survive
The desolation of my sin
A vast and barren nothingness
For miles and miles, all deep within
But one endures the worst of it:
A tree that doesn’t stand so tall
Nor is its spread of branches wide
It’s just a tree that’s there, that’s all
And there it is, a sole survivor:
Hope. My hope will see its death
Upon a wind that cuts like sword
That blows before my final breath
The desolation of my sin
A vast and barren nothingness
For miles and miles, all deep within
But one endures the worst of it:
A tree that doesn’t stand so tall
Nor is its spread of branches wide
It’s just a tree that’s there, that’s all
And there it is, a sole survivor:
Hope. My hope will see its death
Upon a wind that cuts like sword
That blows before my final breath