Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears,
And lonely eyes look way beyond your years.
Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury,
Your lips turn blue and you’re struggling just to see.
You were too far gone to carry on, now your life has stalled,
As you march ahead yet go no place at all.
Pilgrim, when you left them all behind,
The lonely mess destroyed your able mind.
Pilgrim, see the writing on the door,
It’s taking you back to a place you were before.
And the next in line, paces his stride, waiting for your fall,
With a hope that lies in a hidden master’s call.
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.
And go to their grave.
Don’t despair, this world of toil and care.
This pilgrim lost his way.
Pilgrim, will you ever find your call?
Is truth so pure that you’re willing to risk it all?
Pious eyes, ignoring passersby.
And go to their grave.
Don’t despair, this world of toil and care.
This pilgrim lost his way.
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