Carry on my wayward son,
ther'll be peace when you are done,
lay your weary head to ready,
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.
Tough my eyes could see,
I still was a blind man.
Tell 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 they'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest don't you cry no more.

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