571,190,400 seconds, how quickly they pass.
9,519,840 minutes, can never come back.
158,664 hours, how long they last.
6,611 days, significance they lack.
216 months, how small they seem.
18 years, where have they disappeared?
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years;
How many more will I see?
What happened to us along the way?
What happened to the hands that care?
The eyes that cry?
The heart that hurts for another's loss?
Have we abandoned who we are,
Forgotten our reason and our cause,
Only because it is easier to hate
Than love those who bring you pain?
But the power of the later is stronger than spite.
I am not talking about love at first sight.
I am talking about the love that is rare in its kind
The one that is so hard to find.
The love for the poor and the hurt.
The love for that fellow human across the curb.
This is not a love song, but it is.
It's the love that can save us all.
The one that erases bullet holes on the wall.
It's the love that can make us cry,
When a little girl in another country dies.
This is not a love song, but it is.
It's the love that ceases to exist.
It’s the kind of love that humans resist.
Because it gains us just a little more
Than satisfying moments for the soul.
This is not a love song, but it is.
It’s the love that makes us live,
Gives us hope that life can't give.
It’s the love that lights the night,
Ends the world's constant fights.
This is not a love song, but it is.
This is not a love song, but it is.
This is not a love song,
You kissed each of your mother's hands
And left that note in case you don’t come back.
Inside you confirmed the eternity of your love
Asked her to be strong and never give up.
You promised her after darkness there is light
And after death there comes life.
Then you signed it off with a word of love
Telling her you're proud to be her son.
And you left your house that day
Never knowing if you'll be back again;
Because every time you leave your home,
There's a likely chance you will be gone.
But that day was the one you lived for.
It happened just like you dreamed,
While looking in the eyes of your foe
And in His name you screamed.
It only took one shot,
To get you there and across.
But in your heart you knew you won't be gone
You believed your memory will live on.
So from your spirit I pray the world can heal
And to your actions they take heed
Because you're the one they call shaheed.
