you wake up so late
you fight for a goal
you sit down and wait
and you give them your soul
your nights maybe tough
you don't get much sleep
your days maybe rough
when you're digging so deep
you know what we always say
it's part of the journey
you come and you go
you transiently stay
you learn what you know
and forget anyway
you care and care less
you're happy and sad
and the ultimateness
is driving you mad
you know what we always say
it's part of the journey
© 2011
another song attempt
to you
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