Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
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 I'm dreamin', I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't 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 don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
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Carry On everyone, there will be peace when Trump is done. Once he rises above the media/deepstate causing noise and confusion. Its all a masquerade of illusion. Blind that can not see will a stormy sea of emotion. ->Reference March Madness (Q) Trumps being rocked back and forth this with dismay but his Wisdom will rise above and Peace will be done. @T.Z. (No Use Without My permission)
Carry On everyone, there will be peace when Trump is done. Once he rises above the media/deepstate causing noise and confusion. Its all a masquerade of illusion. Blind that can not see will a stormy sea of emotion. ->Reference March Madness (Q) Trumps being rocked back and forth this with dismay but his Wisdom will rise above and Peace will be done. @T.Z. (No Use Without My permission)
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