Life is Elsewhere
Anas al' Hourani
To Milan Kundera
Life is elsewhere in my room, where the streetlight fills
Fills my room
And lighten the dark and gloomy nights I spend alone
Sitting and thinking, whispering and crying to myself
Oh… everything's going to be alright…
Life is elsewhere in the mountains that I can't… see by now…
And near the skies beneath her feet, beneath the loveliest feet
And as the hawk flies up there, flies up there
Reaching the sun, look my son…
Life is elsewhere
And life is for living after all