Nothing will bring him back
From the war-scarred hills
Where he’s ground to a pulp
Each night

His widened world of hopes
Set sail long ago
For the terror of shrapnel
That claws at his mind

Every traveler deceives
In his scouring eyes
As he roams to the brink
And a fearsome descent

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