Hadi Atallah

Peace when kneeling at the high altar

Freedom when she was dressed in my jacket

Madness when I wrote my words on her pale skin

We die everyday

Almost everyday

Like Never Ever Land

La passion est l’esprit de la vie et la patience est la vie de l’esprit

We still remember

When the days are blind

And the time went by

So power should be given to purpose

We rebelled against the way things are

Now she’s tight over me as we struck the gate

…And then the priest said to her and I, God bless you, my children.