Limping on your road to Damascus,
Your sparkling eyes are longing for her,
The one your father put in your arms
To have tall children, smart children with her
Sons and daughters to bless the land,
The land that God blessed once, and forever.
Long road to Damascus, the light blinded you for a little while...
A little while your mind was sworded with questions
unanswered ever about your schoolmate in Basra
commiting himself to his immaginary Paradise.
Why, Why, Why, What for, WWWhat for...
You used to throw stones in Jordan, and dream big,
to fly, to sell buildings, to manage a designer clothing store,
In Nasra, to break bread with cute Jewish girl named Erika.
The light sworded your heart with the smile of your sweetheart,
On the window looking for you, for you only,
And you are still limping on your road to Damascus...
A safe place in this Hell others have chosen for you.
...Going, going to a safe place...
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