Yoga with Shyama

“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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