At Journey’s End

A vacation of this rotten world is truly something to love. Where nature is healthy and merciful, and the sky is clear above. Where you listen to music and just spin around, for it feels joyful once more. The people they smile and laugh and sing and friendship’s no longer a chore. No, please don’t drag me back there, I’m not ready to wake up. To where they freedom don’t share, And for the future, no one stands up. The other world is no home to me, Where life’s joys are dull and grey. Where there’s pain everywhere and death out at sea, And the tears must be kept at bay. My friend, don’t leave me, I can’t fight alone, I’m not strong enough to pretend. But perhaps our ways were meant to part here, Perhaps this was meant to end.

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