The sky is grey and roaring with thunder
White lightning burns as if stars were falling
Then there were soft knocks on my bedrooms door
Slowly the door is open
Asim, my son, the sky is only praying
The rain is tears the sound is mourning
Come close to my heart
Till your eye lashes are hugging
Nightmares never come when you are close to a mother
Years fly by
The sky is grey and never stopped roaring
But no matter how I listen, the door is never knocking
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