Burned villages Children cry Burned fields Mothers die
Smeared faces crying Thousands fell on battlefields Standing by my horse The battered armor burts
Laying on a clearing Staring at the clouds Feeling down, down, down Thoughts getting clearer
Looking around Seeing tears in my eyes Glaring colours Everything shining from inside
They lead me Back to harmony Leaving my sorrow back in my body Moving towards a tree Dazzling, grining figure on a branch Dangling with its legs Curious light shapes teasing me Giggling around
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