In the quiet of the night, when the world stands still, I hear a whisper calling me. Not from the sky, but from within, a mercy older than my sins. I've walked roads paved with my mistakes, chased fragile dreams that couldn't stay. Smiles were worn, my heart alone, carrying wounds the soul has known. I traded prayers for passing days, let my faith drift in worldly haze. Yet every step I ran away, your mercy followed me the same. I forgot who I was meant to be, but you never forgot me. So I return, ya Allah, I return. With a heart that's weak but lessons learned, I return, ya Allah, I return. To the door that never turns away, no matter how far, no matter how long, your mercy sings the same old song. I return, ya Allah, I return. When my heart finds you again, I've seen gold fail to give me peace, heard loud laughter hide disease. I learned the truth I couldn't see, nothing feels safe away from thee. When fear knocked hard upon my chest, and hope was barely holding breath, I raised my hands when nothing said, you understood my tears instead. If my sins filled the endless sky, they dim every single light. Still you whisper, come back home, still you say I'm not alone. So I return, ya Allah, I return. With every scar and bridge I burn, I return, ya Allah, I return. Even when I'm not enough, you are hope when hope feels gone. You are strength when I'm not strong, I return, ya Allah, I return. Your mercy is my home. If my heart forgets the way, pull it gently back to you. If I fall again someday, I know your door is always true. Ya Allah, I return.