Young lonesome soldier, sleeping in the rain. Far from home. Half a child, half a hero. Tossed by the times, caught in the winds. . Dream, lonesome soldier, weary of the rain.
Young lonesome soldier. Sleeping in the rain. Far from home. Half a child. Half a hero. Tossed by the times. Caught in the winds. Dream, lonesome soldier.
The morning clouds are gathering around as I stand on the bridge of the river. Years have gone since I was here and I wonder how I differ. Taxicabs keep rolling by and a blind man asks for change.