O' the day that she would long
to come and see me new,
For if that day would leave me strong...
.. the sky would see me blue.
As rivers watched my tears a-flow
the leaves would see me fall,
and like the eerie callous crow
the birds would hear me call.
And through the seasons I will wither
seeking hope wherein...
A single drip from dreams I had
of what it could have been.
Written by Samir Chahine © 2017