My Soul
My soul is afraid of God and nobody else.
My soul asks me to act with my hands, but I have learned my lesson.
My soul is sorrowful for Palestine, and cries out for revenge in Syria.
My soul is Islam, standing next to Allah.
My soul is working when I sleep.
My soul needs care, which she doesn't have much of.
My soul needs peace, like the wind.
My soul has good manners, or so I wish.
My soul is a perfect love, a house where all knock to enter.
My soul is a gift. A test graded by Allah.To pass I must have a strong personality.
My soul is the word "Fundamental," and with it the word "Life."
My soul rests, so for me it's death.
My soul is not free as a horse in a field.
My soul is trapped like rats in a cage I have built.
My soul stands alone, waiting.
My soul enters into Paradise.
My soul is afraid of God and nobody else.
My soul asks me to act with my hands, but I have learned my lesson.
My soul is sorrowful for Palestine, and cries out for revenge in Syria.
My soul is Islam, standing next to Allah.
My soul is working when I sleep.
My soul needs care, which she doesn't have much of.
My soul needs peace, like the wind.
My soul has good manners, or so I wish.
My soul is a perfect love, a house where all knock to enter.
My soul is a gift. A test graded by Allah.To pass I must have a strong personality.
My soul is the word "Fundamental," and with it the word "Life."
My soul rests, so for me it's death.
My soul is not free as a horse in a field.
My soul is trapped like rats in a cage I have built.
My soul stands alone, waiting.
My soul enters into Paradise.
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