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Tell me when I get there —all the woes that I have gone through— the waves towering high above my head and the mud covering the soles of my feet Tell me when I get there —all the songs I've sung and will have to sing
Tell me when I get there —all the roads I took without haste or lies— the journey of life through dark days without respite and the turns of fate moving past me without delight Tell me when I get there —all the seasons I've gone through and the eras I've swum
Tell me when I get there —all the silence I endured from the void— the shifting dunes scratching the sky I couldn't reach and the striking heat of what used to be my passion Tell me when I get there —all the noise I have shouted to the wild and will continue to scream
Tell me when I get there —all the past mistakes I made without thought or might— the faults of time with the consequence and light and the dreams of yesterday reaching out for me with the promises in sight Tell me when I get there —all the memories of old and the life I've led until the world became dim
