Monday, it could be sunny and breezy Tuesday, could be gloomy and stormy Wednesday, you noticed it's partly cloudy, the rainbow was too shy to show Thursday, Mr Sun said, "Bonjour, Buenos dias!" Friday, let's have some fun! This was the time to rest Saturday, gonna be occupied Sunday, what about some workouts and sauna? The days were colorful But most of the time I didn't get along with Tuesday The ailments came for a visit on Tuesday Tuesday means overwhelmed and fatigue So I'd make a prayer, O Lord, please wake me up on Wednesday morning once I slept on Monday night Let alone Tuesday be muted. Bye-bye, Tuesday!
Am I hurt Or is there anything I can do to repair something Not to change But to understand that things can run differently Not by lesson But by repairing Not to complain, but to check the nuts and bolts, to fasten it, to reposition it And when things go smoother, I will be able to see myself, to feel my own existence, to take care of my needs, to breathe and face the morning sun and the uncertain night The last time I tried to be the best roses people ever seen and touched And I will never be lily who demands one I attempted to be a pond instead of ocean When I noticed people face hardship to swim I sit. I look myself in the eye. Ya Allah, grant me kindness. Protect me from all the bitterness. I want to be content and happy too, with your ridho. Amen