LYRIC FOR SALE

By Aida Jabbari

You used to caress my cheek each morning,
In rainy days or when storms were forming.
Where are you, my writer? Why did you leave?
The tales we could share, the worlds we could weave.

I'm lost without your touch, I need your hand.
Why did you leave me? I can't understand.
I miss your guidance, I miss your command.
I miss you, my love, just take my hand.

Without you, I'm lost in the battle of words.
The nights grow longer, the days turn cold,
A pen with dry ink, its tale untold.

I'm lost without your touch, I need your hand.
Why did you leave me? I can't understand.
I miss your guidance, I miss your command.
I miss you, my love, just take my hand.