To You I run,
when i sight trouble,
or when my heart,
trumbles in fear.

To You I run,
when I lost my path,
when no men accept,
my sinless presence.

When the day is foggy,
and the road uneven,
yet Your road,
is bright and clear.

When agonies get heavy,
and no solutions in sight,
to You I run ,
in search of peace.

When friends I love,
let my world,
to You I run,
You will never leave.

No matter what,
problem arises,
I run to You,
seeking refuge.

Kings and sages,
egoed by repute,
yet still to You they run,
when daunted by troubles.

To You at last,
all men run,
not one servant,
do You desert.

-by ahmed attaria