
Fallen soldiers sleepโ
the living die every day,
their wars never end.

Fallen soldiers sleepโ
the living die every day,
their wars never end.

City of chessboards
where the winds knock you over
yet you win a view.

Flying kangaroo,
returning homeward those tired
souls with deep pockets.

Long and winding roads
journey of sharp turns and twistsโ
lifeโs a hiking trail