• January 6, 2016 /  Blessing, LIFE, YOGA

    “Carry On Wayward Son” by Kansas

    *words changed by sb to fit, 1/6/2016
    *salmon colored words most important (for me)

    Carry on my wayward daughter

    There’ll be peace when you are done

    Lay your weary head to rest

    Don’t you suffer no more

    Ah

    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 woman

    Though my mind could think I still was a mad woman

    I hear the voices when I’m dreaming,

    I can hear them say

    Carry on my wayward daughter,

    There’ll be peace when you are done

    Lay your weary head to rest

    Don’t you suffer no more

    Masquerading as a woman with a reason

    My charade is the event of the season

    And if I claim to be a wise woman,

    Well, it surely means that I don’t know

    On a stormy sea of moving mind/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 daughter

    There’ll be peace when you are done

    Lay your weary head to rest

    Don’t you suffer no more no!

    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 daughter

    There’ll be peace when you are done

    Lay your weary head to rest

    Don’t you suffer,

    Don’t you suffer no more,

    No more!

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