Let the autumn fall over this dead land
Nisha Hassan
Let it drop the misguided people
Let the spring come to this barren land
Let it blow away the smell of blood
Let the summer visit this cold land
Let the sun rays melt some bitter hearts
Let the winter absorb inside this warmest land
Let the snow bury the sleeping conscience
Let the rainfall walk on this dry land
Let the rain wash people of Muslim fear
Let The Bitter Hearts Melt
