Nina Ali

Somewhere inside my soul,
There lies my faith in the world.
I try to believe in the empty,
But there’s nothing to see.
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She's not here,
Her, with the voice,
Her, with the smile.
She's not here,
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I’m the black veiled pride,
I’m lost, confussed, and blind,
Disdainful to all that has delight.
I’m the black widowed pride,
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Bitter sweet tears roll down my face,
When he's gone without a trace.
Bitter sweet tears, oh how they taste,
Warm it feels against my face,
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Is this who I really am?
Am I the girl you wished me to be?
Am I strong as u thought I would be?
Am I brave as should be?
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I never thought I could scream,
yet I never thought I would dream.

In my life I've been struggling,
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Dance to the silent song
Young angel filled with dreams
Live your life to the fullest
And mind not the opposite streams
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Can I not hide from the darkness?
Only God can provide my escape.
For he the prince of darkness
Can not hurt me when in God’s grace.
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When I speak of the pleasurable torment;
That is my passion for you.
I picture the world in its finest glow,
And my eyes picture only you.
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Dark winds blow,
Red rages of seas arise.
Although the darkness fades away,
The cold rays of the sun wander astray.
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Deep into the night, with stars glittering in delight,
A blind soul has finally gained back sight.
Ripping pages from a diary,
Written by him who lived in misery,
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Empty thoughts,
Forbidden dreams.
Life isn’t as good as it seems.
Empty hearts,
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What would you do,
If love was in your hands?
If the gates of truth were in the horizon,
But you’re told that the keys are mere mirage?
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Winds and tears,
Dwelling in forgotten fears,
In castles of silver and gold.
We are expected to do with what we are told,
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New Chapters,
New looks,
New pages for the books.
New dreams,
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Silent thoughts,
Dwelling in untamed dreams.
Winds of change howling,
In the depths of human-beings.
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Empires rise,
Legions fall.
Men and women live through it all.
Empires fall,
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This is the way of the world; this is the way of life.
Don’t we all eventually die?
Haven’t we all someday lived?
This is the way of life.
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Of heavens and glories past stories were told
Of heroes and knights fairy tales and dreams were made
With delight and pure passions strings of gold and silver were weaved
Into thoughts of beauty much too great
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An open window, an empty glass, a piece of paper wrapped in lace.

One step, two step, three steps, four. I run across the bedroom and to the door.
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