If only, if only….but who would hear?
There is no one to turn to, over here
I want you, but you are not here or near
And your memory is starting to fade
As the rules cast their shade
And the cold makes me sick, the arrival late-
The arrival late, if at all
Do you know, my dearest shining rose
How much I cried for you?
Without regret for who I chose?
But bitterness and rage, and sadness, and despair?
Which I wear-
On my head like you wear….
Your scarf
I have not heard from you in so many years
But you do not care, but you do not care
And if you did, perhaps your fears are like my fears
And you want me, too
But how can you, when you shunned me
And shunned me, and crushed me
But perhaps it is my punishment, all these years until Ihave a job
For giving you the dirty look, my curse until I sob
You wanted to be my friend, and all I cared about wasromance
So I gave you one quick look, hoping for a girl who wouldsoon leave
And who was nothing but a lustful glance
Stirrings, which id rather have shared with you, before Ileave
I know that if I do not think, there will be less pain
And the end result will be the same
And perhaps you will be mine to wed,
Or perhaps at envy ill whisper, “may Allah bless you,” atyour future husband with you in the shed
There is no one to turn to, over here
I want you, but you are not here or near
And your memory is starting to fade
As the rules cast their shade
And the cold makes me sick, the arrival late-
The arrival late, if at all
Do you know, my dearest shining rose
How much I cried for you?
Without regret for who I chose?
But bitterness and rage, and sadness, and despair?
Which I wear-
On my head like you wear….
Your scarf
I have not heard from you in so many years
But you do not care, but you do not care
And if you did, perhaps your fears are like my fears
And you want me, too
But how can you, when you shunned me
And shunned me, and crushed me
But perhaps it is my punishment, all these years until Ihave a job
For giving you the dirty look, my curse until I sob
You wanted to be my friend, and all I cared about wasromance
So I gave you one quick look, hoping for a girl who wouldsoon leave
And who was nothing but a lustful glance
Stirrings, which id rather have shared with you, before Ileave
I know that if I do not think, there will be less pain
And the end result will be the same
And perhaps you will be mine to wed,
Or perhaps at envy ill whisper, “may Allah bless you,” atyour future husband with you in the shed
