if it wasn't for the fall, you'd never see the up rising sun, standing solo in the horizon, greeting life as it wraps you up like the morning dew wraps the grapes in the vine making it even more pleasant to watch your skin breathing in instead of just breathing out... if it wasn't for the fall you'd never see hope again, it'd never show its face or even its hands gently caressing your hair as you lean your head over its lap, sobbing like a new born baby and like a new born baby feeling all things around you are new, fresh and soft like the morning dew...
ay, the morning dew...
ay, the morning dew...
