Fahad held the picture.
I saw before my eyes my world crumble
I hear in my head the rumble
And I'm so flustered all I do is fumble
From a lion to an ant in the jungle
Can't walk straight and I stumble
My love is gone and the memory is like a fable
No current in my cable
Can't reach my best friend so we could sit at the table
See if I will be able
To think and be stable
Where is my Halima who made me nimble?
From a constant to a variable
It was condescending and unjustifiable
Making her feel rejected and insulted was unforgivable
Why make her so expendable?
Why is it so difficult to be retrievable
My Halima is profoundly irritable
Saying her mind is made up and irrevocable
Please come back and make life for me once more suitable
And durable
And adorable
He looked at
