Here... I'm on the rooftop
Between... pavement and stars.
Here's... hardly no day nor hardly no night
There're things... half in shadow and half way in light
It's where... I gather my thoughts and grow my dreams
which... are scattered all around
In my words, my songs, my dance.
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As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of marines, alone standing there.