“Strong legs and tireless hearts
An ocean as still as a lake
Would you still worship and pray?
And not forget my name?
Instead I’ll give you my storm
I’ll give you my hail
I will tear out trees, sweep up the seas, destroy all the fields
And you reach for the sky
But in this mud you’ll die
And you will pray
And lightning illuminates your faith
If you sweet child
Never screamed to get your way
I will forget you lying there
And sleep for a million days
And I hear your prayers”
~Shireen