Not because of my empty pocket,
Or my unfilled belly but,
Because of the stranger,
Who comes without knocking or notice,
The key that opens immortality,
Driver to the unknown place,
Tears drops from my eyes,
Not because of gone heroes,
Or wasted cowards but,
Because of when my turn comes,
Because we all have a turn...
And my turn can just be...
In a Second
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