Children that play out there on the street
Shouting and kicking the ball till there is defeat
What is it that I see
From my magical balcony
The streets below that shine so bright
Strange with the minimum light
Narrow walkways and the roof not so high
The medina is where I dwell tonight
The market a delightful sight
Bowing down my head
As the beams come to my neck
Hold on I hear a sound
Dogs barking maybe a fight
Then I think once again to myself
What am I missing in this life?
Such a plain and simple way
The people live and not pretentious I can say
Greeting me as I pass on by
In Arabic, French I cannot deny
This life
The shouting at the mosque
As they pray and call out as if they are lost
Asking for forgiveness in everyway
Something we do understand
Then after awhile silence does prevail
Through the arch of life I can now understand just why
Giving up so much in life