Dark clouds are hunting helicopters
Defeated bodies lie down, only a child\'s trying to hide.
I hear neverending sounds of bullets
Screams and shouts can\'t stop the mire falling;
Dust, and mud,
FIGHT
is the child
who discovers
a game
when his toys
are taken away.
HATE
is the curse
of being unknown
by faith
and dreams.
STRENGTH
is the wildness
one can find
when all his