Rumi-Nations
2024-04-26
Created By okumarts With Udio AI
Lyrics
For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. Though every way I try His whim to satisfy, His every answering word Is a pointed sword. See how the blood drips From His finger-tips; Why does He find it good To wash in my blood? (guitar solo) For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. He set the world aflame, And laid me on the same; A hundred tongues of fire Lapped round my pyre. And when the blazing tide Engulfed me, and I sighed, Upon my mouth in haste His hand He placed.
