At the mosque today for Ashura, ’tis the first time I shed a tear
I, of course, am always sad, but there tends to be a fear
A fear of being judged, embarrassed about my sorrow
But today I shed a tear, because what I fear more, is tomorrow
At the mosque today for Ashura, ’tis the first time I shed a tear
I, of course, am always sad, but there tends to be a fear
A fear of being judged, embarrassed about my sorrow
But today I shed a tear, because what I fear more, is tomorrow
