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.
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.
