A Long Way From Home

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Early to rise, to see my sun shining
Wasn’t long ago that my head was in the clouds
Liked to think that I had a soul worth a damn
Coasting through existence like God could give a damn
Something inside me, some sort of inner voice
left me no choice but to think me special
I guess at some point we all close our eyes
And dream away the reality of our demise
as I try to understand what my eyes opened really held
(some place in this world I can barely comprehend)
Its easy to pretend that you care, and prepare
For a future so uncertain some die to know it’s workin’s
And martyr’s the mission, the beauty of the desire
For perfection, and some sense of direction
We walk a path worn bare by despair
And the countless generations whose souls are buried there
The nameless masses, nature’s demonstration of
A cycle’s path in all things, as we spin inside the ring


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The path, the mission, the ledge, the fate
The struggle, the reason, the answers, the wait
The effort, the trial, the answers, denial
The birth, your child, society, gone wild

The beginning, the end, the why, the how
The tears, the fears, the future, the now
The joy, the pain, the silence, the rain
And a long way from home when the words no longer came