Respite

When my journey’s finally over

I’m not looking for a crown

Just a place beyond the sorrow

A place to lay my tired head down

I’m not looking for redemption

Or a place at judgment day

Just an end to all life’s sadness

Where all suffering’s gone to stay

I don’t need to open pearly gates

Or walk the streets of gold

I’m more comfortable with sinners

Than with the saints of old

I’ve tried to live a good life

One free of most regrets

Not many fences left to mend

Before the last sun sets

But I’m weary from the journey

And it’s taken quite a toll

All the pain that etched my face

Has also scarred my soul

So, come and play a song for me

A verse of Drift Away

Tell a joke and laugh with me

It’s much too late to pray

It’s hard to find the tears

Behind the blank eyes of the clown

So help me find a quiet place

To lay my tired head down

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