Started his life
To be killed by a knife
Punctured his lung
No one cared he was young
Coughing up blood
Conscious of death
A pile full of bodies
As the final bed
To be killed by a knife
Punctured his lung
No one cared he was young
Coughing up blood
Conscious of death
A pile full of bodies
As the final bed
Leading figure so senseless
Creating wars so worthless
People torn from their homes
Families crying, friends are dying
Brought to life a second time
But his soul's full of memories
Darkened his sight, all he done was to fight
Entered this time
Surrounded by crime
Peace in your soul, my little whore
The woman of greatness
Walk beside you
Life to life, side by side
She saw deadly fear in his eyes
Stand as if rooted to the floor
Realize she won't see him no more
Leading figure so senseless
Creating wars so worthless
People torn from their homes
Families crying, friends are dying
If you die before my eyes
I hate myself, couldn't protect you
I don't bother what you have done
Your mother of birth
Will never regret you
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