Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when Im dreaming, I can hear them say Carry on my wayward son, Therell be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Dont you cry no more Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I dont know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, Im like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son Therell be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Dont you cry no more
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 06:33:28 +0000