Was it a hard drop of a  rain?
Was it a troop in a train?I heard a sound that make me fear it's sound,i wished i was deaf.
Where is my brother?Where is my friend?
I saw his shoe,a foe-by law took his young life
Thought it was host of a 12 year old,
Not a ghost of 16 June 1976.
A brave man carried him that my hearts pounds for,
A grave so greedy can't wait to swallow
Oh how i long i was blind!
I ran to places to see his face
Hit a bloodstained phase and a case
So silent amongst the violent
So bold to join the old
Oh pitiless death,he was just a teen
Uniformed killer swears like an informer
He kicks and beats and shoots
a hand that kills and spills blood of fear
Tear the land that fills the pools of fate.
Lame excuses without choices
No pill for the floods of hate
I still praise the hands that carried my bleeding brother
Who still can trace the land hiding him?
16 June,you make me long for the  two men
Side by side we ran for our lives.
Where do broken hearts go?