Carry on!
"Carry on my wayword son,
there´ll be Peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
don´t you cry no more."
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 wayword son,
there´ll be Peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
don´t you cry no more."
Masquerading 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 a stormy sea of morning emotion,
Tassed 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 wayword son,
there´ll be Peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
don´t you cry no more."
Carry on, you will Always remember,
carry on, nothing equals the splender.
Now your life´s no longer empty,
surely heaven Waits for you...
Tjing
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