John Allen Poet I do not know?

Almost There

I hear a noise so soft and yet so loud
the far-flung cries of the warring proud
i guess i should have stayed inside
but couldn't resist that crowd

too many slain and yet here comes more pain
what's inside my mind must be said, but i refrain
another body on the ground
laying still and makes no sound
guess the proud here still remain

but just over the hill past the kill
i can see finality of this normal life
bring me one step closer and bring the knife
tomorrow comes on roaring wings and here i am laying still

almost there I swear
can't be too much longer
they say each wound each cut makes you stronger
but for strength of will i find that no one can really care

inside a mind another time
nobody remembers the dying young
i came so bold through the cold
and look at what i've done

too many lives and mourning wives
can't recall the reason just all the lies
and here I lay until that day
when all seasons are through
when all seasons are through

no matter what they say
here i'll stand and here i'll stay
somewhere between here and never
the hopeful lies cannot be true
when all seasons are through

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