Mostafa Elsaadi — After The Dark

Wake me up
After the dark
The room was breathing but
I felt like a stone
A thousand voices still
I stood alone
The days kept moving
I just watched them pass
My face in the window
A ghost behind the glass
And sunlight across the bedroom wall.
A tiny golden line, but
I could feel it all.
My fingers found a rhythm on the window frame.
And something deep inside me started beating again
And another feel the heat beneath my skin
As opposed beneath the silence
Let the world back again