Waiting Room

Complaining about the cold

When it’s warm inside

And there’s children across the pond

That have surely died

No food, no water, no shirts on their backs

But more faith in God

Of which we lack

Candles are burning

Heads are turning

And people are dying at football matches

Whatever happens does happen

What can you do

Whatever will be, will be

That’s true

And here I am worrying

For a future that may not come

A future never mine

After all

My whole life belongs to the Divine

To either  fly or to burn

I don’t know

One good thing could get me past those gates

But one bad thing could change my whole fate

And what are we working for

I  just wonder why

Sometimes I sit here and yeah, I cry

We’re here and we’re gone

Nothing but a waiting room

Until the train comes and takes us to our doom

‘Doom’ could be doom

Or doom could be glory

It’s up to us to determine our own story

Is it all even worth it

These things that I do

Why try and save the world

When really, what can I actually do

We’ll see what happens

Take each day as it comes

Watch each day as it goes

Every second is an opportunity to mature

And grow

Don’t take shit to heart

Keep working hard

And Insha’Allah you and He

Will never part.