Perched on the edge of my dreams as I pray I don’t fall
Under my feet I can ever so clearly hear realities call
What makes reality think that I want to return
Why return to hardship after feeling the burn
A smile on my face but it’s nothing but a disguise
These people don’t even see the pain in my eyes
If they took their time and focused for a second on me
Their hearts would be petrified at what they see
My mind is rich whilst the body I possess is poor
One small cut and the blood begins to pour
People ignore the fragile sign across my heart
Though they should handle me like Picasso’s art
Nobody cares about those feelings deep inside
They just want what’s visible on the outside
They can try their utmost to inflict upon me pain
But they will never be able to bring me down again
Only she my pearl actually knew the real me
I was caged like a beast until she set me free
This heart of mine was broken and old
Until she touched it and turned it to gold
Our time together was just like a dream
Slowly but surely we drifted downstream
Now you are so many miles away from me
That my vision is lost making it hard to see
I can’t see the difference between day and night
Whenever my beautiful pearl isn't in sight
I guess I will never see her pretty smile again
From now on its going to be a life full of pain
I thought it would be wise using this new disguise
But still it cannot conceal the pain in my eyes
My eyes wander onto the vultures flying overhead
Could it be that I am dying or am I already dead?

Yassar Ali

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