ocean air blows in fresh.
So much ahead:
green fields and blue skies…
Allah is kind
and He is still guiding you.
So be at peace, sister,
don't you cry.
Innocent eyes watch you
and small hands seek yours;
they love you so much,
not knowing how you try;
but Allah knows all.
He sees your struggle,
and your sapphire soul
shines in His eyes.
One bright spring morning
you're going to wake up singing
your heart so light
you could take off and fly.
You'll walk up the hill
and come home to your true love;
you'll dance and pray
and on life you'll be high.
Until that morning
Know that you are precious:
a strong Muslim queen
with dignity and pride.
So hold up your head
and don't fear tomorrow.
Be at peace, sister,
don't you cry.