When I go
My home and heart travel with me
What's not appreciated
May only be
Within those who have had it hard like I
The invisible illness is stigma only few understand
When I'm in pain and tired
I still fight hard to get me through the day
I made it well in my life
Not too rich because I know its more important for the heart to be rich
When I'm gone from the dunya my kindness will be missed
They'll await my Salam and smile