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On top of the building

To stay out of sight

Thousands of blind eyes

Watching as they lie down

But no one saw

The big and the small

Coming closer, through the rooftop door

Preparing to clean, and for self preservation

In between and over the walls

Leon is rising

From his lonely war

He’ll be surviving

For one person more

This can’t be done without the ability to fly

He knows it well

But he’s willing to try

Leon is raising

His head from the floor

She’ll be surviving

In her lonely war

Leon is done,

and he shares his last goodbyes

Triumph is plain

In the look in his eyes