Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
if life was a journey
what is it that we really want at the end of it?
to seek to be known that u once lived
or to know what it was to live
because i don't weep when you leave
t.r.a.n.s.i.e.n.t
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