She is walking down the streets of Mecca
Gracefully witnessed the mighty prophet
Dressed in silky white
his figure drowned in light
He whispers in her ear
No words to comfort her
Violent worlds from within
She’s burdened by fear
Chased by distress
Her answers far from here
This earthly sorrow
Shall go away
She should make amends
And embrace decay
Beyond this land undone
No place to pray
She acted all radical
Where is faith?
Northern Palestine, in 1948
Banished from earth
Down in the conflict district
Faith was sheltered underground
Treated by farmers for 13 days
Later shot by physicists
Stop it from coming through !
He sunk so low
He sounds so frail
There’s nothing he can do
He told her not to wait
As Mecca will fall in flames
She’s walking through the streets of Mecca
Ayoub is homeless and wailing
Reeking of sickness and loss
He calls her name
daughter of ache
Crusaders are coming
Escape the capital or die inflames
She asks in tears
Where is truth?
Truth sailed on the pequod
Million miles away
The ocean raised trial
Truth was guilty of treason
He’s gone astray
Never coming back
Stop it from coming through !
He is plagued to bone
Weary and sleepless
There’s nothing he can do
She’s walking through the streets of Mecca
Crosses covering their chests
Magnificent horses with golden tails
They ask where she’s heading
She’s lost and wandering the house of god
Crusaders are here
Crosses covering their chest
You must disappear
She’s filled with anguish
Who are you?
Soldiers of virtue
Conquering the sea
Fallen apples
From a poisonous tree
They told her not to wait
As Mecca will fall in flames
She’s watching the streets of Mecca
Spectating this holy war
birthing flowers from her eye sockets
The bloodshed unfolds
Crusaders are laughing
torturing the so called prophet
She left to the borders of Mecca
God is sitting there
Scars blemishing his face
Rubbing Muhammad’s wounds
None of his children seem to care
She lays next to him
Angels down her feet
Will you stop it from coming through ?
Observing vicariously
He fears what he created
In the city of god, he’s a refugee
Powerless and isolated
She softly holds his hands
Taking her last breath of faith
And tenderly whispers not to wait
As Mecca falls in flames
