Our Lives Are Not Numbers – To Be Counted And Forgotten

The valley of dreams and hope
Of wild grass and free air
Now it holds bloodied tears
Yet strangely, not despair

For it is the valley of hope and dreams
And forever, it will remain so
They can pull off our eyes, not our sight
Our spirits will only grow

Thousands have been martyred before
Before I was even born
Thousands martyred before my eyes
While the world only yawns

Dawn comes everyday
To the common and ordinary folk
But to me, every blood shed
Is a new twilight stroke

Every sacrifice is a new reminder
Every blood-shed a new nudge
That we will remain ever determined
That our spirits will not budge

Our lives are not numbers
Our souls not merely figures
To be counted and forgotten
They’re something WAY bigger

Our souls are to be lived forever
Our spirits never to die
Our young and old protect our future
No matter how bad “they” try

They can shoot all they can
They cannot shoot away our dreams
Every drop of us is an ocean
We’re an unstoppable stream

Our freedom lies within us
Our souls were never caged
Our bodies will also soon be free
Of their tyrannical rage!

نَصْرٌ مِّن اللَّهِ وَفَتْحٌ قَرِيبٌ

– Sumaiya Syed