• nazifa 5w


    Concealed dread, unseen tears
    Serve as a tongue fluent
    When wholly uttered to you
    Behind the mighty maiden
    Peeps a tiny, timid sobber
    Whose whimper knows not the universe!
    But You, oh creator of the worlds!
    The scariest scars, deepest secrets
    Seek a cure, an eternal end
    Uncertain, the route, but oh certain one,
    Be my lamp of guidance
    This flickering spirit, won't You enhance?
    Tattered heart, worn out soul
    Dying courage, calls upon You!
    For You alone vowed, You don't abandon!