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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Cebisan minda anak liar #85

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 I'm dreaming ,
I can hear them say


Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't 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 don't know
On the stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about , I'm 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,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

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