Shaheed

I am a faithful of god's chosen few
This is the harvest of a hundred fruit
We seek refuge
In hollow hills
From foreign fire
Begin anew

Walk bare-foot on mountain roads
My only words are copper shards
Through untuned antenna
Radio hisses
Reveal the word of god

Carve a thousand verses
In the sinew of my heart
In shadowed rooms
I raised my hand
Death's white shroud hangs round my neck

Blackened pages
Drifting on the wind
Will be the headstone
For a thousand lights

You caught me, in arms unmoving
What were you thinking when your skin dissolved
Is there a witness in the sky above?
Will I awaken from a martyr's sleep?

Beside a gravel road
I lie forgotten
Nobody left to clean my grave
The radio keeps on hissing but his light is lost to me



Credits
Writer(s): Afif Fathur R Hasan, Joeri Andre J Lammertyn, Maarten Guilherme R Moens, Stijn Lucien G Vancrutsen
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