Hymn

Words & Music by Ala Ghawas

Urging to roam, urging to fly back home

Here on the snow-covered domes

A new soul, an aging face

An aware heart in the wrong place

I left my dreams on a sailing ship

To be carried on by my unborn daughter

Will I ever be loved?

Will I ever be thought of like my mother thought of my father?

I’ve got pictures I managed to paint

And I’ve got songs I left undone

Should I follow the light of my own little candle?

Or the sun of everyone?

I wonder …

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