Makkah

In this season
 I go to Makkah
 I was stay at Makkah Towers
 The next day
 I go to Masjidil Haram

And in the quiet morning air
 I hear a thousand whispered prayers
 My heart becomes lighter
 My steps become softer
 As if the city is guiding me home

The call to prayer rises
 Filling the sky with mercy
 And I realize
 This journey is not only with my feet
 But also with my soul