For a man!
In his life
There Comes a time
when he has time to think
But
all he thinks are ashes
ashes of memories
ashes of what he did
for now
All he can do
Is watch and stray
stray at sun
some where alone
and all he can see
Is sun falling down
falling down
with his tears
and thats a man we say:
DESTROYED
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