anônima
19/05/2021 01h10
Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to
restDon'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
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 I'm dreaming
I can hear them saAAAAAAAY CARRY ON, MY WAYWARD SONN
