I come from a gentle side born out of prophethood.
I am your first touch of mercy and your blanket of love.
I belong to the capital of beauty/defined by measures unknown to you & I.
The sky you breath, its glory inhale faith that refuses to integrate with falsehood.
I gained you that day when you broke free of blank ink… when your heart like mine my dear, waved repentance to sins.
I see you cry yourself to death , praying for grey clouds to leave your chest
Smile, for your Lord knows no rest…Heaven created to welcome a heart free of lust