Iram, Lost Iram
Iram, Lost Iram
Lost, alone, and wandered scars
Scrutinizing time
Thunders rise and soon take flight
Tinted skies with essence sighs
Iram, Lost Iram
Do not part the taut red twine
Deceitful City
Run when you see shooting stars
Beating Drums and Faded Calls
Iram, Lost Iram
Flee when whistles fill the night
Until our last breath
Bleeding soles with loyal faith
God, when did we stray so far?
This poem is about:
My country
Our world