Lots on my mind, so can I recline?
I don't mean to whine or to spoil the time
I'm just a bit bruised by the things that you prove
Walking around as though nothing is true
Wearing a crown as if nothing is loose
When I enter the field I'll be lacing my boots
Can I rest my eyes? for the way is long
And the ground is firm, which I walk upon
Theres a sudden song, and a patient poem
It's alright with me, surely I'll be going
Surely I'll move on, surely you will too
Sorry it took so long, lord will see me through
It's a common tale, told again again
Brought into awareness by the passing wind
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