I saw the comandante in the front window seat.
He looked on, but said nothing, as her face hit the street.
She lay, but not long; lots of strength so discreet.
She was strong, but in her eyes there was a spirit so sweet.
In the instant she dropped, I replayed it real slow.
How did they not understand, where she had come from to go.
I wanted to help, but again my courage lay too low.
So I stood there and just watched, like the others in a row.
...in the front window seat
