Bill Simmons Poems

Hear the wind
The echo of the sound
The cry of the newborn
Life it is found
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Tin gold, long mile
The war is gone, I walk the mile
I’m coming home, I lived to tell
I walk the mile, some they fell
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From my bed the letter I read
That she left behind
One would think be easier now
But some things stay in the mind
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Upon the hour of hallows eve
There came a gruesome sight
Some say it fell from outer space
Just as stroke of midnight
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He pointed his finger at the man
And the man he rolled his eyes
He fell in his place as he looked in his face
As he took last breath of life
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I cant control what I feel
I cant tell my heart there is nothing left
I cant control what is real
I would only be lying to myself
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Beneath the tree where acorns lay
The old man I heard him say, long ago
With a walking cane at his side
That kept step with his stride
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I wrote it all down
Its all here for you to see
Just how I have been
Without you here with me
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Statues of stone
Beautiful courtyards
Where on the walls are at home
Great works of art
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When you find a woman
And you know her love is true
When she stands beside you right or wrong
And so believes in you
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