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Endless November (Lord Vicar)

If you had been to those places And seen all the things I have seen Then would you still dream of perfection? And what kind of life it would mean? I have returned to the living From the land of the lost But I can still feel the same longing I felt when I travelled that land Rain falls on me Making me feel like I’m alive Endless rivers, Their streams are still drowning my eyes Did you have to surrender to our sorrow? Did you have to abandon our way? Pressures are revealing secrets of the soul And only the humble remain Like a leaf that has lost all direction Cast aside by the cold Autumn wind I stare at the endless horizon, And try to forget where I have been Too proud to beg your forgiveness I still whisper your name Too late to admit I’m still sinking I measure the cost of my shame