Remembering the years living within the many 6 story buildings of The Bronx that were put to fire and left behind, abandoned like burned out ghost Castles to the imagination of what I've gotten out of this song. Thinking along about the circumstances one grows up under, to still have one's spirit lifted and hope to be saved by not giving up on life, but to keep fighting UPHILL if needed. While seeing the imagined life the old man must've went through lying by the road, being in his old age that already ''TRIUMPHED'' over his ''struggles'' only to be read about in the newspaper that he ''died with the morning light in his eyes'', for us to see and feel the burn of his life's struggles like ''it's only Castles burning'' now that he is leaving behind as old memories that needs to be turned to the other side like the coin that we hold in our hand to tell the tale and learn from his life and death, while waiting for one that's turning towards life for you[us] to bring you[us] around and away from being dragged down by ''it''. Where also on the overall this timeless song that may've had more meaning during that time in the early 70's when the VIETNAM VETERANS came home in the many, where unfortunatenly some became homeless men young and old, addicted to drugs like Heroin, overdosing to death at times not only on the side of the roads, but on the sidewalks and between building alleys that people overlooked and passed them by, while you're thinking and hoping that somebody would turn around for you who wants to live and acknowledge their[his] life and death with you so that ''it'' wouldn't bring you down with your hopes and dreams for a better future.
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