I saw you standing alone,
Like a ship in the mist of the storm,
A beautiful flower in the desert,
Your ideas were dreams cut short,
Man is an enerny of change,
Dreams you fought with your life,
Now, was burried in your  grave,
You fought with harmless weapons,
You talk about libration and human freedom,
Your enermies lives in the darkest planet,
They see life as a time wasted,
Libration is like a sword to their souls
They are killers to human freedom,
They fought with harmful weapons
A single bullets that burried a dream,
Tribute to Benazir Bhutto,
One life with a million of compassion,
I saw your foot-print walking away!
I saw your shadow smilling at the world,
I saw you burried in your grave.