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A long and uneven road
Made of pavement old and cracked
It’s a long and lonely road
Traveling it with sadness with which you are wracked
No problem people in sight
Fully truly alone
Paved with broken dreams and lost hopes
One of your sons is coming home
At the end is an endless horizon
Of murky black water
As you reach the shore of this other world
You slowly begin to falter
The waters are choppy
Shrouded in myst
The faces of sorrow and suffering
Keep watch over a rundown skiff
One of your sons is coming home
Pay your coin of silver
Don’t leave me out here alone
Step on board
The ship for you alone
The sea traveled by cancer patients and soldiers
One of your sons is coming home
You step on board
Filled with hollow melancholy
This is the last stop on this otherworldly shore
You’ll never see these sands where you stood solitary
Pay your boarding fee
Watch as the oars start to row
To the county down
To where you reap what you sow
And your soul is weighted against a golden pound
A melancholy maiden
On a ship bobbing in the sea
Made by the tears of the damned
Of avarice and greed
You realize it’s true
When you die, you die alone
On the seas ridden by only the dead
One of your sons is coming home

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