there will be peace when you are done

Oct 19, 2005 19:19

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely
   means that I don't know
On a 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, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
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