Granted my life from your pure blood
And the glory attained by your hands
Take and read in my notes of affection
Scribed my name in your honorary space
 
Named by the divine by his name
You are the martyr, passionate
And molded by his characters
Basking in his kindness
 
Gaze and tell me what you see!
Things that you can only say
And pass upon us from what you
From what you intake and savor
 
Heartbroken by your far distance
Rivers of tears can't be due!
 

The heart asks about those that do
Who had trapped us in the placebo?
Trapped us with their mere compassion
For love is the strongest bond

Had crossed this short life to the heavens
by the bridge of red lesions
Longing for their firm footsteps
Roses of the parishes  

The land just hiding their secrets
When can the secrets be due!

Granted - Demo

Hadi "HDZ" Chatila