As the soldier was walking by,
he heard a godforsaken cry.
With a gun holding tight he came in to see,
and saw what the hell was wrong with me.
He saw me dying on the wooden floor,
as more people gathered around the open door.
I was struggling to survive,
as my body was getting to the boundaries of life.
A few months later, already decaying,
children of the street were smiling and playing.
While the soldier was shooting aimlessly around,
the enemy was nowhere to be found.
The people that saw what happened that day,
were affected by that happening in May.
Never forgetting the sight of all that red,
I want to tell them what happened,
but I am already dead.