Wonder where that plane is leading to
Wonder where that boat will ever stop
Wonder if this path I am treading
Will disappear and let me drop
Down to a pen that's surely waiting
Down to the hell I know that I deserve
Even though the spirit is willing
The flesh is blackened to the deepest nerve
When will you learn?
The hurting, it will return
When will you ever learn?
This feeling is all you can discern
Oh my heart, it is a-broken
More than waste upon the golden sand
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