You are an artist, I am an artist, all the people around you and me are artists. Don't try to hide your scars, highlight them with the brush and you'll become an attractive piece of art
~ Hilal Hamdaan
As soon as he closed the door of his room,The sadness came out of the walland askedWhere were you all the day
No one else, but the silence of the night cried with me
I am scared of this emptiness, pull me out of my body
Some people love me for being odd, and some want to kill me for the same reason
The silence is becoming more poisonous and I have no one to talk with, not even my own self
You haven't written anything about me yet! She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone I wish you could read my unwritten poems
On the long drive to no where,As the song came to this part;We'll stayFor ever this wayYou are safe in my heart andMy heart will go onTheir eyes met and they smiled at each other.
