Arab Spring

I'm waiting for the spring

The wind blows dry

Time is never on my side

I feel the storm before the calm

The radio speaks of freedom

Militaries about death

What will become of us?

When there's nothing left

Spring breeze coming

I'm not brave not enough

Good people get bad thoughts

The war is taken over us

The radio speaks of freedom

Militaries about blood

What will become of us?

When there's nothing to left

Hope is dangerous

And dreams are the night lies

As the world turns down

We'll have to be apart