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Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the 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 Im dreamin,
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
For therell be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now dont you cry no more

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 dont know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about Im 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 lifes no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you