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Magic Carpet
Written on a parchment
Or carved into a tree
Or spoken with a heavy heart
Words can set you free
I'm the one who's leaving
But you're the one who left
You think that you're letting go
But you only take small steps
And so I turned and took the beckoning road
Feeling somewhat less than bold
No-one stirred and no-one called my name
No-one tried to call me back again
Still I wouldn't say no to a guiding hand
I'd like to be sure I'm not alone in this land
But if it has to be
It has to be
I won't enter a plea
I won't bend my knee
Looked into my diary
Full of dust and time
From an age when being young
Had not become a crime
Took that magic carpet
Traced patterns in my mind
Wondered why I chose the fool
Could have been more kind
So I found a place to rest my bones
It wasn't cold but it wasn't home
I wonder could I start again, again
Or has the unmapped quest found it's final amen
Still I wouldn't say no to a guiding hand
I'd like to be sure I'm not alone in this land
But if it has to be
It has to be
I won't enter a plea
I won't bend my knee
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