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