Divine is lost

Divine is lost

a man claims none
owns none, keeps none
divine is lost, past is no glory 
unless a man you are, 
pointing at the future
standing against the odds
daring to say the word
a taste you have of right
a taste of playing strait
a taste of being great.
If shying for tomorrow
you will stay behind
the shade can’t ever hide
the sun will shine so bright
the world will not remember
you who stood there safe
thinking that life will spare you
safe while hiding there
pinching your nose
scratching your hair
claims none
owns none, keeps none
divine is lost, past is no glory
unless a man you are,
unless the man you are.

Makram Hani