The dirt scatters on his face
as he trudges towards his grave
the past walk behind him
The present by his side
And as he looks onto no will
He remembers his mother's fear
And felt his father's pain
Now, he sees his family no more
He looks on to see what he can make
Make of the mess of what he has left behind
Slowly sinking in a pool of blood
Make of the mess that was once a fine man
Who staggers before our suppressed lives
He is those of who the world have lost
And the man that we have lost
Has a simple noise surrounding him
That is a constant lullaby to his ears
Putting him at an easy sleep
As he digs his grave
He sees what he can no longer have
and digs his grave deeper
he crumples beneath his own unwill
his will to live, living to die
as his heritage has fought against
the war is in him as he sheds tears
he saw what a thing like that can do to him
and so he knows he needs to be free
but somehow, still,
he wants the freedom close to his heart
he looks around for no hope
and sees it coming at him
breaking contact, he looks to his grave
it has dug itself before him and
he has put in no effort
strength has come from above
and done his last piece of work
as that is the least evil can do for him
after witnessing his last hope
feeling his last shred of love
and most of all, playing a part
of his last feeling of pure loneliness
the man we have already lost
darkness falls around him
as he falls into his grave
an walks towards true freedom x
