I see a bullet
Sharp as Iraqi sun
A bird grasps it with it's feet
The cloud engulfs the bird
Strikes him with lightning
I see a bird
Falling dead, ripped apart
A tree's branch catches it
A corpse, hits a leaf
I see a leaf
Falling
To take a nap on the soil
The split second
The leaf hits the ground
A cold breeze
Kidnaps him
I feel a stream of wind
The colds shatters my teeth
I feel the rain coming
I feel raindrops
Now,
The leaf is on the ground
Embraced by the soil
The bird has come to life,
Swiftly flying.
Raindrops accompany him
The bullet.
The bullet is gone with the rain
Now, I understand
As far as the sharp
Iraqi sun is gone
None
No bullets will fire out
But
To make the sun fade away...
You need guts
Like the rain
