Fifty

Fifty years learning to love hope and fear
Allah has kept me still wandering here
To witness the Real despite all the lies
To fall in love with the colourful skies
To fight like a lion and cry like a child
To walk across cities and into the wild
 
Fifty thousand times I told you beware
Watch your step there are traps everywhere
The devil’s teeth cut deep into the bone
But remember my child you are never alone 
Allah is the Real and the night disappears
The sun still rises after fifty years
 
Well over fifty methods they have tried
To stop me from simply walking outside
Identity is the first lie they try
To keep you from even asking them why
You should never choose between wind and stream
Or hold on in the morning to a dream
 
Fifty ways to travel and to survive
Fifty ways to remember I’m alive
Fifty years of experience tasted
Not a second should ever be wasted
Allah is One but His ways are diverse
We cannot stay still in this universe
 
Fifty reasons to share from what I know
Countless stories to tell and scars to show
That the joy of water is found in thirst
And the last is present within the first
I have been around long enough to teach
That it’s better to be real than to preach