Firuza, you and me are living like shadows,
hiding our love from the sun's pure light.
I want to walk with you in summer meadows
and hold your body close all through the night.
You wear that hijab like a slave wears chains
although you are the child of a western land,
I see you naked in the twilight of my bedroom,
but out in the street I dare not hold your hand.

     Firuza let your hair fall free,
     your beauty is something that the world should see.
     You father and your brothers
     are sworn to spill my blood,
     Firuza come away with me.

The time has come for us to break away,
we will lose ourselves in the city's crowds,
live someplace where people's minds are free
and love cannot be smothered by religion's shroud.
There has to be a way to a better future,
Don't want our childrens' lives torn by prejudice.
No one should live in fear of a persecutor
who in the name of God denies justice

     Firuza let you hair fall free,
     you know we are each other's destiny.
     Your father and your brothers
     are sworn to spill my blood.
     Firuza come away with me.

Copyright © 2006, Ian Thorpe.
Recorded with music by David Thorpe for Bastion Records. Copyright © 2006 David and Ian Thorpe.