The Jihad of oneself...

Every day, every night
Every single sin I done
I felt ashamed for those things

Whether it’s unseen and unspoken

Inside my dark room alone and crying
Like a skies shedding tears
Like a mountain peak
Covered by dark smoke

I fight myself to be good
I fight the devil lives in me
I fight and silence but I failed
I cried, I can’t, I’m weak, I’m dying

I asked my Lord and repent
Give me another chance to change
I’m lost, I’m wrong, I did sins
Now I want to be pure and do good things

Ya Allah help me show to me the light
Forgive me have Mercy on me…Ameen