The sound of survival
a piercing scream.
I crawl from the battlefield
with a heavy heart
away in the distance
far beyond my reach
old comrades turn
into the setting sun
in my eyes
their lights go out
one by one
like candles
on a birthday cake.
The sound of survival
a piercing scream.
I crawl from the battlefield
with a heavy heart
away in the distance
far beyond my reach
old comrades turn
into the setting sun
in my eyes
their lights go out
one by one
like candles
on a birthday cake.
