A man who ran, a child who cried A girl who heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red The vision of an empty bed The use of force, he was so tough She will soon submit, she is had enough The march of fate, the broken will Someone is lying very still He has laughed and he has cried He has fought and he has died he is just the same as all the rest he is not the worst, he is not the best And