I wrote my will

I wrote my will

On the margins of my life

And I didn't pay any attention to myself

When I drowned in my tragedy?

I never imagined that I would criticize my misfortunes

My soul became a prisoner of my mistakes

So who brought me back to life after my death

And forced me to submit to my setbacks?

Who do you think stopped shocking me

And trampled on some of my whispers?

My sighs increased

Do you think I sleep on my pleasures

And leave my desires

Running on my echoes, occupying my crises?

I left my sadness my throne to receive my whispers

Who told him that I am in pain

Because I waste my nights in my trivialities?

I swore to waste my breezes

But when my butterflies reached me

My confusion intensified and my misfortunes increased

So who do you think knew about my tragedy

No one smiles and leaves my mistakes?

Because I wrote my will

When sorrows killed my soul