In every part of existence - The desire for another. Though night and day, Outwardly appears enemies, Yet both serve one purpose - Each seeking the other
: There is peace you can taste it if you try can embarrassed it if you try There is love you can live it if try you can give it if you try People walk
: I have dreamt of a place and time,where nobody gets annoyed, But I must admit I'm not there yet but Something's keeping me going Maybe there's a world
: Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed
many other souls before - ah but, Heaven must've programmed you The moment you fell inside my dreams I realized all I had not seen, I've seen many other
Green Fields and Golden Sands Are all I need; are all I want Let the wind blow hard, I don't mind A small house and an olive tree, To keep and feed
I used to trust nobody, trusting even less their words, Until I found somebody, there was no one I preferred, My heart was made of stone, my eyes saw
I have dreamt of a place and time,where nobody gets annoyed, But I must admit I'm not there yet but Something's keeping me going Maybe there's a world
I like to take a walk out in the midday Checking life out in the park I like to take a walk out in the midday Ah, but I avoid the city after dark Oh
His wisdom flowed from heaven's book Just like threaded pearls, Just like threaded pearls He left his self to flee to God And God sent him back to us
There is peace you can taste it if you try can embarrassed it if you try There is love you can live it if try you can give it if you try People walk
behind One day at a time We can watch the clocks unwind One day at a time A child is born into this world Eyes blind One day he will find his sign And glimpse some other
misunderstood You know sometimes, I'm so carefree With a joy that's hard to hide Sometimes seems that all I have is worry And then you're bound to see my other
You can't bargain with the truth 'Cause whether you're right or you're wrong We're gonna know what you've done We're going to see where you belong -
When butterflies leave their silk palaces The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way. Like the toils of man, Those who work to tomorrow Will
clean you and clothes you Who used to feed you? And always be with you When you were sick Stay up all night Holding you tight That's right no other Your
Garden of Paradise; Ha is for Hajj, the blessed pilgrimage; Kha is for Khaatem, the seal of the prophethood given to the Prophet, Muhammed (SAW); Da is for Deen, Al-Islam
