From Those Around | Ahmed Bukhatir

From those around I hear a cry
Oh God Oh God, My eyes are blind

From those around I hear a cry
A muffled sob a hopeless sigh

I hear their footsteps leaving slow
And then I know my soul must fly

A chilly wind begins to blow
Within my soul, from head to toe

And then last breath escapes my lips
It’s time to leave and I must go

So, it is true but it’s too late
They said, each soul has its given date

When it must leave its body’s core
And meet with its eternal fate

Oh! mark the words that I do say
Who knows? tomorrow could be your day

At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay

Come on my brothers let us pray
Decide which now do not delay

Oh God Oh God, I cannot see
My eyes are blind, Am I still me

Or has my soul been led astray
And forced to pay a priceless fee

Alas to dust we all return
Some shall rejoice while others burn

If only I knew that before
The line grew short and come my turn

And now, as beneath the sod
They lay me with my record flawed

They cry not knowing I cry worse
For they go home I face my God

Oh! mark the words that I do say
Who knows? tomorrow could be your day

At last it comes to heaven or hell
Decide which now do not delay

Come on my brothers lat us pray
Decide which now do not delay