Hearts Made of Stone
I saw the signs, but I neglected the truth. I was dazed by the lights and all its fruits, but running after it for so long has dried up my roots.
Seeds don’t sprout and grow, where there’s darkness. My very own, heart has forgotten its own creator. So how can I ever feel complete happiness.
It’s become so dry that I feel no remorse, guilt or pain. For the actions I’ve made, took away those very privileges I took for granted. He gave them to me and he rightfully took them away too.
Sin after sin, I’ve caused corruption and now I must pay the price. A dark heart drowning in draught, cold like stone, desperately calling out to its maker every day and night.
Tonight I wake, in the middle of the night. Sleepless, searching for what I’ve lost and I pray to find it. because on this hot night, I am burning and I dare not imagine for what hell will be like. If one drop of tear like rain can pour down my face.
My heat might awake and Allah will see, I regret and will not remake these same mistakes. For a heart like stone, Is a soul that is dead and when I do return, I want my soul to leave first before this heart does instead.
