...The One Who Would Fight the World With Me...

I miss that person you used to be
before you decided to become all "free"

I miss that person with some sense
The one who carefully chose her friends
The one who chose the clear Islam
The one who I knew would walk like that, till the end.

But the times have changed, and so have you
You have become someone else, some one new.

No more bounds of Halal and Haram
The rules can be changed to no longer be wrong
But in the end...I don't miss You
I miss my friend from before everything became so 'new'

The one who knew Islam was the Key
The one who would fight the world with me
THAT was the person YOU used to be.