It’s not upon love I’ve cried
most of my tears
It’s not upon dreams I’ve built
most of my fears
Portable emotions don’t hit my heart
in fact they don’t give me feelings at all

They say it’s feminine
like it was meant to bring
water to stone-barren land

When she threw away her veil
the walls bent aside
for a thief in the night
it’s always the other wing you need
for a flight
Being like Táhiríh.
going and flowing like
water on stone-barren land

Feminine
like she was meant to bring
water to stone-barren land