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. 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. Carry on my wayward son, Therell be peace when you are done, Lay your weary head to rest, Dont you cry no more. - Kansas
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 02:12:23 +0000
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