A language of our own, would you understand what I say to you today
Words pouring down from my tongue, viscous like the sap from a broken bark of a tree
Slow, lulling the mind to dark, dark corners as I look for words to say
What was in my heart, my mind failed, my breath ragged, palms sweaty
Trying to find an opening to you, to bare my soul today, for saving something worth a thousand hearts
For me, for you? Not sure, but I would like to believe that the balance is equal
That the pain is the same from across the seven seas, throbbing like the wound festering without care
Shifa Naseer 