Heart..
Heart..
For a vacation, I would sulk...
Took me to the Gulf...
Oh! I had a blast.
Even forgot the pain inflicted and the wretched past...
The sands...the sunset and the camels...
What a beautiful feeling...
The date trees...screams to you...
This is the Gulf revealing...
I had my fill... My share of joy...
Time to fly back...
Waiting for me... My two boys...
Was stopped by the customs officer...
Did I ask her why?
She said strip, Madam... Coz I think you're carrying gold...
I looked at her and smiled with astonishment...
I said yes I am... And you should know..
I won't lie. I'll go with your flow...
Call the surgeon..rip out my heart...
You can't jail me. Coz from this world, I will depart..
My heart is made up of gold...
Nothing can be done with it...
No transplant... Ull only hears one chant.
This was a woman's heart of gold...
What do we do with it?
Nowhere to be sold...