While the sky burned with red
And the air smelled like birthdaysI saw him there on the ground.
Not living, not dying
Not laughing, not crying,
Not blinking, not making a sound.
They say he stepped on a mine,
Blew away half his bodyIn agony, out of his mind.
They tell him the story,
Expect him to see,
But how can he with eyes that are blind.
Perhaps he had dreams
Which will never come trueAs he wished on another man’s star.
While in passion and pain
They think he’ll run away –
But with only one leg, he won’t run far.