One, when a man falls,
The world cries,
Hopes for his perceived future dies,
Now trying to fix the cracks with lies.
Two, when a man suffers,
His enemies laughed away,
His supporters tried to stay,
The world crumbles away.
Three, when he was gone,
They recorded his fatal shot,
The killer they couldn't got,
The theories speak a lot.
What happened after that,
They couldn't comprehend,
The answers they try to mend,
Will stay like that till the end.
So it seems for me
The dreams he thinks it can be,
All shattered without plea,
Nothing helps to set us free.
One, two, three.