Holy Books

I'm still here, hanging at the corners
Seeking your heart within people
The sad of them and the playful
In these dark years where love is shameful
And I've got nothing but your laughter echoed in my head

My heart is where the sunset is
Where your truth denies your promises
In the wait for another dream, probably
My love
Oh probably

We turn around for love abroad
We hunt for love that's outlawed
We worship different holy books from the same God

It's the same you and me
The busker and the refugee
In the wait for another dream, probably
My love
Oh probably

Why?
Why?
Why have you taken my Sugarbee from me?



Credits
Writer(s): Ala Ghawas
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