With hesitation I asked myself
Who am I?
Why do I like walking in the stray way?
What if my doubt becomes rational
But my thoughts are covered by madness
So I never know just who I am.
Why do some people have become like the sea
They hide under love their hatred
Greeting with open arms,
But hatred is reared from eyes
If only I had a mirror to see
What's in people's hearts.
To get to my happiness there is deep sea
And people that separate
Between my heart and its dream
I treated them nicely too much, when I was wounded
And to rescue them, I got drowned
If the people's hearts were narrowed,
God's mercy can't be narrowed.
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