IM TOSSING AND TURNING

IM TOSSING AND TURNING
IM TOSSING AND TURNING
THE PEACE AND PROSPERITY
OF THE MUSLIMS IM YEARNING.
BLOODY STAINS
ON THE FACES OF CHILDREN,
GUNS IN THEIR HANDS
AND THEIR HEARTS WERE ALL BURNING.

THE SUN IS SETTING
THE SUN IS SETTING
THE BOOK OF TRUTH
THE WORLD IS FORGETTING,
THE DUFFS ARE SOUNDING
THE LAND IS SCARED
WIDE EYES ARE POUNDING
SOFT HEARTS TURN HARD.

THE RAIN IS FALLING
THE RAIN IS FALLING
THROUGH THE EYES OF MOTHERS
THE RAIN IS FALLING
FROM UNDER THE RUBBLE
THE CHILDREN ARE CALLING
TO THE WORLD THAT IS SLEEPING
THE WORLD THAT IS SLEEPING
AND ARE BLIND TO THE PAIN
AND THE ENDLESS WEEPING
BLOODY STAINS,
ON THE FACES OF CHILDREN
GUNS IN THEIR HANDS
AND THEIR HEARTS WERE ALL BURNING,
BUT IN THE SILENCE OF NIGHT
AND THE COMFORT OF A HOME
IM STILL TOSSING AND TURNING
AND SOME HEARTS ARE STILL YEARNING.