Seen It All

He was one of the few true rebels, a small town bomber

Drew his final tag and ran out of sight

And he was no simple thief or dirty robber

21 years of age he kissed the world goodnight

He said I'm leaving

I've seen it all

Your name is written on the wall

2 o'clock in a weak condition

Riding on his bike through the old neighborhood

Accept the truth see the death of a vision

Wondering about the things he never understood

Soul scars and homeward bound

When all your dreams are falling dead to the ground

Soul scars and grinding pain

Old friend, memories remain