standing still on a solitary hill
in purgatory amidst heaven and hell
i was never coming down
i can still hear the sounds
made by dying men
i was not brave enough
to find out love was war
and war was pain
trapped remembering unhappy
far off things
the soldier crawled up the hill
his uniform soaked
his eyes certain, still
he said stand up
and walk to the edge
look around
take in the moment
this blue sky
the breeze that is blowing
and all that it has seen
empires rise
and better men than us
have failed
to stand the test of time
there's no place for our hubris at all
so no, the fight’s not done
confessed it made him scared
the thought of the gauntlet left to be run
he said tough, no point in backing down
no sense in sitting on the sidelines
until the clock’s run out
time’s up
and it’s over
and you’re out
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