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 Nothing I am , nothing I
  have
 | 
  | just  a small bulging spark of fire | 
  | swinging  in favor 
  of fate | 
  | taken by the wind to distant
  places | 
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  | Nothing I am, nothing I wish
  or claim, | 
  | nothing but a leaf carried by
  the wind | 
  | torn apart from the branch
  that gave  life | 
  | taken by the breeze and  the swaying of time | 
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  | Nothing more than just desert
  dust | 
  | drifting away by capricious
  breezes | 
  | crossing deserts through the
  ages | 
  | not knowing where  to finally 
  reach | 
  |  | 
  | Just a drop of water immersed
  in the vast sea | 
  | brought by the will  of waves | 
  | returning  into the sand after a long journey | 
  | to kiss your feet once more | 
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  | With empty hands from
  thousands raids | 
  | aromatic flower essences have
  found | 
  | who had  pity on my deep wounds | 
  | balm of piety were their
  hands  to my soul | 
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  | In my weakness they were my
  strength | 
  | fallen with me in the storms | 
  | and with me rose up to follow
  the way | 
  | together we wiped away our
  tears | 
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  | If I ever  had 
  shone at certain time | 
  | was just the sun rays
  that  pitied me | 
  | giving   the 
  warmth and light | 
  | disappearing in the twilight
  of a day. | 
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  | I am nothing, my hands are
  empty | 
  | I have walked thousand roads | 
  | I've climbed hundreds of
  mountains | 
  | my skin is leathery from the
  desert  heat | 
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  | I am nothing in this world of
  vanities | 
  | where many pretend to be what
  they have never been | 
  | strutting their ego with
  wishful thinking | 
  | unaware that not  a single ray of light is their own | 
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  | Those  who stand on the top of their glory | 
  | created by their own illusions | 
  | easily blown by the winds of
  time | 
  | vanished  into thin air, consumed by fire | 
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  | Ephemeral dreams  dissolved in the vastness | 
  | only pain they leave behind, only debris on the road | 
  | for those being awaken from a
  dark dream | 
  | and suddenly realizing they
  have nothing and nothing they are | 
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  | I am just a small spark | 
  | that looks for its radiant
  Sun, to submerge in it | 
  | while  climbing the paths of life has reached
  a peak | 
  | in my great loneliness, I have looked only
  for light | 
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  | I am nothing, I have nothing | 
  | came looking for a drop of
  your honey | 
  | a drop of your clear
  water | 
  | a ray of light for this sad
  heart | 
 
Beautiful! Meaningful. Speaks to my soul. I understand.....
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