I lived a kind of life, short
Of focus, blinded by all
The imaginary glitters and glamour
Of this empty world
My mind was always at war
With peace, yet won no valour
Sometimes, I would just want to walk
Away from my lustful flaws
Restless I was, salvation I sought
I abandoned my old life and all
The filthy dirty flirting, all aught.
Oh I flawed!
Sinful temptations I fought
Now I stand so tall
Yet so humble, in awe
In the presence of my Lord
With bare face on the floor
In prostration I fall
However, this seemingly rough
Path is the smoothest of all.
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