Khodam Boodam Oonja

I Was There
If I talk about pain, it's because
I know it well
Yes, I was there and saw it all
With my very eyes
From the forced hijab
To the silenced tears in the absence of food
To the deflowering of an innocent child
In the eyes of rain
From that book of law
That condemns women as inferior to men
And the traditions
That are buried in sorrow
From the little innocent girl
Who instead of going to school
Is serving a sentence
Imprisoned in a villain's bed
And the desperate mum
Who has no way but to pay her rent
By working the streets
Or the man who
Has had enough of pain
And instead has decided
To cut his own vein in shame
Or even the God's name
That's been dragged
Through the mud and has become
An excuse for deception
Yes I've been there and I've seen it all
With my very eyes
I have tasted the bitterness of this pain
And that's why I'm retelling it
I offer myself and this song
For the pain in your eyes
I offer it all for your defenseless souls
Once again we shall blossom
And leave the cold behind
[The darkness will fade
There won't be any cold nights
The sun will rise again
Once and for all] x 2