Yahya Naqvi on the daily struggles one faces in rejecting the message of the accursed Satan and his followers.
Sometimes my heart feels like…
It's 'bout to jump out of my chest
Too many words unsaid
Too much pain, unrest
Weight of the world on my breast
The scrutiny is a burden
Got my heart under arrest
My brothers chained up by Satan
I attest, I protest
Call my burden a curse
But I feel like I'm blessed
You haven't given up on your faith
By putting it away on a shelf
Cancer sticks, and drinks mixed
You've given up on yourself
Sometimes my shoulders feel like…
They're 'bout to break and crumble
In this materialistic life
A man trying to stay humble
Grab a hold of my hand
My friend, don't stumble
Lets weather the storm
Not let our conviction tumble
His heart couldn't take it
It was 'bout to explode
His shoulders couldn't stand it
He took off the load
His plans gone array
A young man off the road
Used to stay on track
He lived by the code
Handed his soul to the devil
Now held by the throat
Lucifer the shepherd
Weak brother the goat
My heart keeps pumping
My shoulders stay strong
This quest takes its toll
This journey is long
The fruits well worth
Refraining from wrong
I spread the prayer mat
Remember where I belong
