Nemophilist

@ -Nemophilist--  Once a 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 man
            Though my mine could think
            I still was a mad man
            I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
            I can hear them say
            
            Carry on my wayward son
            There'll be peace when you are done
            Lay your weary head to rest
            Don't you cry no more
            

@ Cosa_rara45  haahha gracias