Daylight cometh

Wandering around the bend
Looking for a friend
Looking for myself
Looking for the end
Where the pavement ends
Been gone awhile
Done this before
Up and down and up and down
And up and down again
Don't need a freeway
Don't need a lot
Just need my feeling
That puts me back on top
My way goes between the tracks
Of others that have gone and will go past
I walk the way on the sunny side
On the sunny side of life
Don't want to try to hard
Don't want to try too little
Don't want to make my way with a pipe and a fiddle
Want to stand tall as tall as I need
And not get caught up in knee high weeds
Been here before and I'll be here again
By the way of the barrow with dirt overhead
Dying is easy when your dead
But not for the living that would live instead
I make my way to the grave for a living
But I don't fancy myself doing any of the killing
Cuz as I die and once I'm dead, I'm not so good at putting others down to bed
For the final rest between the night where the Dragon sleeps
Where dwells the Light
A cavern beyond the reign of the sun
A crystal fountain where dead is done
Where walks the truth without a cane
Where walks the Lord where walks the Son
Where walks the way to the shining gate
At the end of time where the soul takes flight
Away from the body, away from life
Away from this world away from what's fine
Until a day when it never will be when the soul is free and I am me
Dissolve into dust ancient mariner
The sky commands you so that it may shine blue without any clouds
Walk the plank seaworthy one
Never to be seen again
If I weren't me
Then who'd I be
Without a name
Who's to blame 
For all the sorry things in the world
Where do I make my gains without a name
Without a grain of sand?
Without a way, without a dam
How can I be a man?
Cast off and set sail
Forever gone
Without ever leaving
Without ever leaving
Thus is the way of life
Without ever leaving
Where the song bird flies 
I find myself without ever leaving
Where daffodils say goodbye
I find myself without ever leaving
No token
No purchase
No exchange
Settling ashes lifted by the opening of a door
Here I find comfort
Please no more for me
Is it not to my discomfort?
Was I not without?
Being withall
Lacking doesn't seem to be serious at all
How can I subscribe to that which never passed
How can I subscribe when these words are infinitely less than echoes resounding from mountain sides that are confused for human speech
How I long to drift into the living abyss

Peace Brethren