Passion so deep I can’t breathe
It covers my face like the robes of a Arabic heart.
My soul prays to Allah, Jesus and Jah but yet my direction is still off.
I ask for guidance as I sit in silence and I wait for understanding and answers to unknown questions.
Seeking advice on why my heart cries no matter how hard I try.
No matter what I do it’s never good enough, and I can’t hide my pain anymore