Tears slowly flow,
Like the soft flakes of pure white snow,
The rhythm of his heart beat as the pain in his heart continues to grow,
As his body slowly moves in agony to and fro,
The world continues to move so slow,
As the silencing of the howling wind rustling the leaves continues to blow,
Yet there is something we must all know,
The pain in his heart will not go,
But he knows that Allah is there as he sheds a tear,
And that he must not fear,
For Allah is always near,