As the Bullets Fly
As the Bullets fly
Brothers die
and pain is slowly suffered.
As the bullets fly
children cry as
brothers, sisters and parents die.
As the bullets fly
angels cry because
they can't stand
to see you die.
As the bullets fly
brothers cry, looking
into the still eyes of
a lifeless brother.
Brothers die
and pain is slowly suffered.
As the bullets fly
children cry as
brothers, sisters and parents die.
As the bullets fly
angels cry because
they can't stand
to see you die.
As the bullets fly
brothers cry, looking
into the still eyes of
a lifeless brother.
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