[Intro]
Ilyas, listen—this one is for the night you lost her.
[Verse 1]
Ilyas Barakzai, Kabul dust on his shoes,
Carried one promise, had nothing to lose.
He kept her name folded deep in his chest,
Thought love was a road that would lead them to rest.
Then news came quietly, dressed up in gold,
Her family smiled while his hands turned cold.
A ring on her finger, a date on the page,
His whole little future locked inside a cage.
He asked the old walls, “Was I late to the fight?”
The room gave no answer, just swallowed the night.
Her photograph facedown beside the tea,
Still somehow the closest she ever would be.
[Hook]
You got engaged, and I lost my way,
I laugh with the crowd, then I break when they fade.
Ilyas still loves you, but love can’t command,
So I’m letting you go with my heart in my hands.
If happiness finds you, I’ll pray it stays true,
But every quiet morning still starts with you.
[Verse 2]
I remember your doorway, the blue painted gate,
How you’d lower your voice when your brothers would wait.
Two cups on the windowsill, steam in the air,
Small borrowed minutes that felt like a prayer.
I wrote you a message, erased every line,
“Congratulations” looked cruel next to mine.
What do you say when the dream has a groom?
You bless them with tears and make space in the room.
My mother says patience can soften the stone,
But patience gets heavy when you carry it alone.
I walk past the market, your street, your old tree,
The whole town remembers what won’t come to me.
[Hook]
You got engaged, and I lost my way,
I laugh with the crowd, then I break when they fade.
Ilyas still loves you, but love can’t command,
So I’m letting you go with my heart in my hands.
If happiness finds you, I’ll pray it stays true,
But every quiet morning still starts with you.
[Bridge]
No curse on your doorstep, no anger, no blame,
Just two different roads and the same old flame.
May he hold your heart when the hard days arrive,
May you never wonder if you’re safe by his side.
And if you remember the boy from before,
Know he became stronger by losing the door.
[Final Hook]
You got engaged, and I found my voice,
A painful goodbye is still a choice.
Ilyas Barakzai, learning to stand,
With a scar in his chest and the sky in his hands.
If happiness finds you, I’ll pray it stays true,
I’ll carry the lesson, but not carry you.
[Outro]
Some loves don’t finish with two people together.
Some teach the heart how to survive the weather.