Somewhere,
there is a battle field.
Babies cry,
on the open streets.
There was a addict,
to his own existence.
He came down,
glass cracking on his feet.
He was a symbol of the land and all its faces.
He toppled halls so people have a place to sleep.
Stopping power and the hungry getting strange reactions.
Always smiled as he slept in the rain.
There was a vision
of change to the world and its entire people.
of change to the world and its entire people.
Making coffins for all those who couldn't keep and stay.
Starting romance in the most unlikely of places.
Making a name to the holy human race.
He led us farther than my father would know.
Keeping life and giving people his home.
How’s a man to be so selfless,
in a world full of the selfish?
If I ever meet him I'm surely he would know.
I heard he's doing better than before.
Feeding it to all the junkies and whores.
How’s a man to be so selfless,
in a world full of the selfish?
If I ever meet him I'm surely he would know.
Remember me
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