A bullet for you in my chest is not enough to bestow,
The fragment of life which you have witnessed from the start of time,
A Certain respect arises here for you, to give the winter solstice when,
my countrymen are rather sleeping, I on the other hand stay awake for guarding you.
There are memories associated with your standings when i have cursed you, accused you,
And blamed you for all the blasphemy between the human emotions, Yet its my gun & the,
Enemy's hunger which are always there to stare at you.
With each passing day i question myself" Are these bloodshed really necessary",
Yet when the time comes, a mere lamb also emerges as a beast,
A certain divinity it gives when I am leaving for a greater place,
Where there is peace & brotherhood, Where there are no boundaries,
And Hatred associated, I died young with the bullet in my chest,
but i know i will live long in your memories.
There are memories associated with your standings when i have cursed you, accused you,
And blamed you for all the blasphemy between the human emotions, Yet its my gun & the,
Enemy's hunger which are always there to stare at you.
Yet when the time comes, a mere lamb also emerges as a beast,
A certain divinity it gives when I am leaving for a greater place,
Where there is peace & brotherhood, Where there are no boundaries,
And Hatred associated, I died young with the bullet in my chest,
but i know i will live long in your memories.
