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“غرام اطفال”

بس انا خايف علينا ياغلاي

من قبل ما اعرفك وانا خاطري فيك

عايض - اجرح

A blues-folk meditation on the exhaustion of trying to earn your worth through endless striving. This song walks through the valley of good intentions gone sour, calloused hands and hollow prayers, until a stranger by the roadside offers an ancient truth: the light you've been climbing toward was inside you all along.

Written in the tradition of confessional Americana, "Lay Your Shovel Down" explores what happens when our attempts to help others become mirrors for our own ego, and how grace arrives not as a reward for effort, but as a gift to the weary.

Inspired by contemplative spiritual traditions but rooted in universal human longing, this is a song for anyone who's ever tried to light their own house with the fire they gave away.

For the broken-down, the burnt-out, the ones still climbing in the dark—this one's for you.

[VERSE 1 – The Labor and Dissatisfaction]
I woke up this morning, 
climbed the highest hill, 
tried to make it right.
Dug every garden, 
gave my neighbor water, 
waited for a sign of light.
I hauled stone and timber, 
built a fire to keep folks warm,
But when the long shadows stretched and the day was gone, 
I was empty, soaked, and worn.
I found my kindness was just a mirror, 
cracked and gray, Tryin’ to light my own damn house with the fire I gave away.
Yeah, I worked all day long, but when the moon rose high— My spirit still wasn’t satisfied.

[CHORUS – The Cry and the Lifeline]
My hands are calloused, 
but my prayers taste like a lie,
I’m standin’ in the dust, 
watchin’ every good deed drift on by. My giving was hollow, 
hidin’ what I hoped to get, I’m drownin’ in my own well-meaning, 
and the shore ain’t found me yet.
Practice ain’t enough, Lord—
I need the truth I can’t achieve,
I need the word that saves me from the man I thought I had to be.

[VERSE 2 – The Scene of Collapse and Grace]
I tried to pull the world up clean from the mud,
But the weight of their sorrow mixed in with my blood.
My high aspirations sank down in the mire,
My water turned bitter—
I forgot the true fire.
I fell by the roadside, 
cold dread in my chest,
When a stranger laid a parchment right upon my weary chestc.
He said: “You been tryin’ to earn the daylight, 
climbin’ in the dark,
The wellspring you been diggin’ for’s already in your heart. Now close your weary eyes, child—
let these words carry you home.”

[CHORUS (REPRISE)]
My hands are calloused, 
but my prayers don’t taste like lies, I’m standin’ in the dust, 
watchin’ grace come rollin’ by. My giving was hollow once, 
hidin’ what I hoped to get, But I’m drinkin’ from that same well now—
and I ain’t drownin’ yet.
Practice ain’t enough, Lord—
but faith is what I see, I found the word that saves me from the man I tried to be.

[BRIDGE – The Revelation and Assurance]
Then a whisper cut through the drought,
Said, “The gold you’re diggin’ for—
it’s what you’re made of, child, no doubt.”
You been pullin' on a door that never was locked,
Bleedin’ for the light when it’s burnin’ inside.
The fire was in the wood all along,
The song was in your skin.
The debt was paid before your birth—
You just gotta let the mercy in.

[OUTRO – The Final Release]
You don’t gotta carry nothin’, 
just lay your shovel down and sigh.
The worth you were lookin’ for, child, 
was shinin’ in your own eye. You don’t gotta earn the grace—
just stand still and breathe.
I climbed that high hill, 
but now I sit down flat, And the quiet that holds me deep—
is the peace I chased at last. I stopped the striving, let the light just stay—
I walked out of my own shame today.
“No more... cold dread..."

Lay Your Shovel Down

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راشد الماجد 2017
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