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The Boy
On the edge of the cliff was the little boy standing
He was shaking and he was crying
The salt from the sea breezed across his face
The salt from his tears he could taste
Once he was the darling and the prince
Of his family that had died long since
He was their shining star
Plucked away in the war
They had come in bombers and loaded tanks
Death was written all among their ranks
Fire and bullets were rained
Death to the boy’s family was pre-ordained
He saw his dad pinned under a beam
It was nightmarish like a hellish dream
His mother was bleeding from her wounds
He can still remember her guttural sounds
None remain from the ashes of their carcass
He saw everything as it were duress
Closing his eyes he can see them laughing
Rolling in their blood and then dying
Over the edge was the little boy flying
No more was he shaking or crying
The salt from the sea breezed across his face
The salt in the sea he could now taste
