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Tears
Rolling down my eyes
Why do they come?
Why shouldn't they come,
When I hear the distant cries
Of the widowed wives
The cries of the mothers
The screams of their children
But they are simply just
a glimpse of the past
They are the followers
of the widows of Karbala
The mothers of Karbala
the children of Karbala
There's a little girl
A loving daughter
Looking for her father
Unable to sleep
Without his comfort
I see a body of a boy
Run over by horses
I see a man
With an arrow to his eye
I see the fire
Blazing from the tents
I hear the echoing sounds
of Al-Atash fade away
This is all to say the least
For this is why
Tears
Roll down my eyes
Rolling down my eyes
Why do they come?
Why shouldn't they come,
When I hear the distant cries
Of the widowed wives
The cries of the mothers
The screams of their children
But they are simply just
a glimpse of the past
They are the followers
of the widows of Karbala
The mothers of Karbala
the children of Karbala
There's a little girl
A loving daughter
Looking for her father
Unable to sleep
Without his comfort
I see a body of a boy
Run over by horses
I see a man
With an arrow to his eye
I see the fire
Blazing from the tents
I hear the echoing sounds
of Al-Atash fade away
This is all to say the least
For this is why
Tears
Roll down my eyes
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