the blood on his face, fresh from the pit
he sweats til he's soaked, leather and spikes
it drains from his eyes, pain he has seen
my friend, it seems, is one with the sea
coughing and choking, from the last smoke
the undefined smell, no home to bathe
the cold chilling breeze, wakes him from his sleep
my friend, it seems, is one with the sky
there's dirt on his face, scorned where he goes
he sleeps on the ground, below the stars
blinding enemies, dust in there eyes
my friend, it seems, is one with the earth
molotov cocktail, burns for a cause
destroying beauty, bebuild again
cigerette embers, killing himself
my friend, it seems, is one with the flame
follow his feelings, so full of life
fighting for whats right, instead of lies
holds to his morals, despite his pain
my friend, it seems, is one with his sould
it seems my friend is Just like me
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