I don't want scars
Or someone to end up behind bars
I want rights
And to stop all these fights
But this is Your Hukam I must accept
Even after watching her tears as she wept
Life is ahead
Please please don't keep me trapped in this bed
O I'm sorry for the troubles I cause
I am full of over a thousand flaws
But I ask and I plead
To quickly close these wounds that bleed
Because I'm a frantic child
Searching for help my eyes tired and wild
I am sorry for my deaf ears
I am sorry for being blind
I am sorry my senses are useless now
But I refuse to give up
Not even when I sweat from my brow
