These fingertips have touched
The boundaries of reality
Where black converges with white
And the dreams of dreamers reside.
It is here where all things are possible
All scenarios are plausible
Happy endings are probable
And everything is as it seems.
I sit on the picket fence
Legs dangling joyfully.
Candid smiles wide
In the sunlight caught
In a picture perfect scene.
With a heart content in knowing
That on either side,
The grass is green.
رَبَّنَآ ءَاتِنَا فِى ٱلدُّنْيَا حَسَنَةً وَفِى ٱلْأَخِرَةِ حَسَنَةً وَقِنَا عَذَابَ ٱلنَّارِ
Our Lord! Give us in this world that which is good and in the Hereafter that which is good, and save us from the torment of the Fire!