[أوراق الخريف]

sometimes the rain must fall
to wake us up from that impossible dream
to let us see that life is not what it seem

it must fall to wash away all those painfull tears
to let us see white is white and black is black

how we lived bearing the unbearble sorrow
and how we beleived we can run where no brave dare to go




sometimes it must fall when enough is enough


by awrak