Why did he... what was his goal?
Why did he... where did he roam?
He wept upon a pipe, so low,
Upon the rooftop, harsh, alone,
With shingles green in endless rows,
Where sorrow's seeds were firmly sown.

Bitter tears, like a child he shed,
A flashlight piercing through the night,
Seeking you or me, hearts mislead,
On wires where birds take flight.

Where sparrows chirp, and crows confer,
Whose secrets do they dare to share?
And cries glide like a flowing spur,
Their echo through the lashes tear.

I know, no soul will venture near,
Only dawn's milk will softly blend,
Embracing darkness without fear,
Boundaries of night it will mend.

I know, silence will fill the air,
A single dawn, a radiant sun,
The war that roared, beyond repair,
Shall haunt your dreams when day is done.

Why did he... what did he defend?
Why did he... where did he wend?
Why did he fight, his life to end?
In waters deep, where shadows blend,
The face of one who couldn't mend,
A soul forlorn, no solace lend,
In tears, the path to darkness wend.