Early morning, dreary horizon
Aching hands are pulling a millstone
Wailing from the cart
Moaning from a shattered heart
Hes burned down many a bridge
And hes scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
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Oh he is worn out from marching
And hes forgotten for what hes searching
Yet he keeps up the stride
God knows that he wont arrive
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