Deaths dont make me shed my tears flow on,
I loved and lost my girl and once he was gone,
That the flowers in the vase slowly turned dry,
I forgot to frown in as my eyes blinked to cry.
Battles set in and wars come by every dozy afternoon,
I dip into the bunker passage and wait for the head down,
As bomb shells keep bursting around me,flush flush boom boom,
I dont think of my life, but my dream and the blood buyed freedom.
I pass the day and night, through the jungle and the sky high mountains,
Hills do salute me and the deaths valley call me back,I do feel the terrains,
I do pass sleepless night, remembering your face and the sweet lovely memories,
That you and me and nobody saw the still ashy moon, with its aura now lies.
Maybe, I will reach to you and just a drapery in midst of us dividing by,
Now, just a one bullet to pierce my chest and I will rest in and be thy,
Death,baby thats just a little pass way,from the valley of the battle field,
To the realm of love, where we will meet again and be ever derailed.
From life to.... Where it takes....
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