As I slowly weep,
tears down my face,
looking as you quietly sleep,
thinking of how the years have gone to waste.

Before I see you for the last time,
quietly I pray,
memories crossing my mind,
my eyes run dry.

Before your death,
I prayed to Allah,
That on your last breath,
you said "La illah ha illallah muhammadurr rasullullah

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Trying, you are trying to escape from my grip,
Do not run so fast my friend, or else you may slip,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I can give you pleasure, satisfy all your need,
How will you know until you follow me, to see where I lead?

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I know you already know, but we are quite alike,
See, we both play mind games, but I have the last strike,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

I know you can hear me, see I whisper things in your ear,
I know you want me, because with me you can escape fear,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Come with me dear sir, with me you are not a slave,
"There's a new night club opened G, I heard it's a rave"

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

Come closer, come closer, do not be afraid,
I won't hurt you I would just like a simple trade,

Tell me O tell me, about your desire,
Inside you there is burning, and I will fuel your fire.

If I give you what you want, you will give me your soul,
(slam) the doors of hell are now shut, now do as you're told!

I trapped you too easily, I came in so many disguises,
Your friends were my favourites you should know evil always rises,

you were the game, and how I did play you,
you were my flame, and sorry G now I must burn you!

He awoke with a startle,
With an echoing scream,
From the next day's sorrow,
He had seen in a dream.

And he heard through the darkness,
The younger ones' cries,
And rushed forth to wipe,
The dry tears from their eyes.

And Zeinab(AS) who saw,
Her brother's remorse,
Grew quiet and whispered,
In a voice dry and hoarse:

"Ya Hussein, you know,
That He makes life anew,
That the children in Jannah,
Will all be there with you."

He told her "Dear Zeinab,
Death isn't, what troubles my mind,
How can I tell Fatema(AS),
That I left you behind??

This life is a prison,
From which I thirst to be free,
But I wish that my Zeinab,
I could take you with me."

And she comforted him,
In a voice strong and calm,
In a voice that would shout,
With the strength of Islam,

When the next day in Kufaa,
With Malice and glee,
Kufaar would spill blood,
From the sons of Ali(AS).

And the grounds would too shake,
With every word that she said,
and Izrail'd weap,
at the sight of the dead.

And skies would shower down,
Upon Karbala's stain,
Where lay headless bodies,
Of Ashabul-Hussain(AS),

Whose lips would still call,
At the wake of their dawn,
Grieving Zeinab(AS) to prayer,
With the song of Adhan.

You, the one holding the strings

What sort of soul surrounds your being?

You must have have a mother, a father?

A wife? A son or a daughter?

Feel the sun, shiver in the cold?

Delight in being young, dread getting old?

Enjoy a sip of something with someone

Share an occasion with a loved one?

Slink down to enjoin your one world plan

Are you just pure evil, are you just pure man?

Do you not see the blood, suffrage, torture and grit

Do you not see the devastation of your stationed pulpit?

Secret meetings, codes, rendezvous, cameras and videotapes

Private, underground, backdoor backstabbing prison gates

Lost lives, lost souls all

Eyes so dry no tears can fall

Mothers with headless babes

After drunken soldiers' raids

Fathers forced to endure

Unsightly ghastly torture

It will end, you will die

Once transferred to the afterlife

Taste likewise, Who's playing your game?

The One holding the strings, you cursed His Name

The power of justice comes relentless and true

The cost of immorality you lovingly clinged to

You could use your power for good

Turn back the tide, reversing the flood

You could agree the world is not worth it

Disgracing the accursed who whispers in secret

Still there is time, for you are not the grand puppeteer

Your soul too, has a destination you can't steer

Once directed by the Grand Master Whom you flee

Never to die, engulfed in flames for an eternity

Most certainly,

The curtains you see

Will never open or close again

The strings will have broken

Bravo! Bravo!

The puppet's revenge

Encore! Encore!

Cheers a white clad audience

We don't know when our time is up
We don't have time yet time has us
And whatever we decide
It has been written and the ink is dried

The signs of Allah are manifest
Yet man takes little time to reflect
Its up to you and it is your choice
Sit back and watch or you can have a voice

Search your soul and read your mind
Beauty unfolds when your blessed with time
The signs of God are before your eyes
Yet so little do we realize

We don't know when our time is up
We don't have time yet time has us
And whatever we decide
It has been written and the ink is dried

The signs of Allah are manifest
Yet man takes little time to reflect

Hadith Qudsi Translation from Arabic:

Hadith Qudsi 4
On the authority of Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him), who said that the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said: Allah said:

"Sons of Adam inveigh against [the vicissitudes of] Time, and I Am Time, in My hand is the night and the day" (1).

(1) As the Almighty is the Ordainer of all things, to inveigh aginst misfortunes that are part of Time is tantamount to inveighing against Him. It was related by al-Bukhari (also by Muslim).