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9-13-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 25, 2021 ·

Song of the Thirteenth

I’ve broken some hearts
I’ve hurt some feelings
I’ve said some things
That sent folks reeling

I’ve raised my voice
And spoken harsh words
I did what I did
To make myself heard

Then I walked away
From all those ruins
And never once thought
Khalid, what are you doin’

I dread the day
When I learn my ways
Gave those I wronged
The final say

Allah grant them khayr
Allah make their homes
Green gardens where
They can freely roam

Rabbighfirliy warham

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