You will back...
Go wherever you want...
travel all countries...
take the time you want...
But...
in the end...
you will come back...
to the same place...
where we start...
like the cloud of sky...
runs...
spins...
aloft...
travels all over countries...
and then...
come back to where it started...
where I am...
where i'm always be...
waiting...
for it's rains...
as i used to be...
to feed my soul...
from it's rain...
travel...
run...
dance as you want...
as you like...
any where...
that you feel...
but...
in final of your road...
you will come back to me...
as you always do...
to give me...
that water...
that gets me...
again alive ...
hazem al...
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