Robert Allen Stevenson Biography

Blank look on a sea of faces
Trying hard to ignore the world
And don't look into their eyes
For you invade their minds
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The dead the dying, the disenchanted
All around they look and stare
Those who sent them into battle
Close there eyes and no longer care
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The young man he had wandered many a mile and more
Cross foreign lands, and countless seas, to reach a distant shore
Driven by the hope's he held implanted as they'd been
Deep within the wickerwork of life's eternal dream
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The past, a dark and foreboding place
Memories clouded by the mists of time
I look back and wonder at what could have been
If a change of step, a path or hill to climb
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