Pilgrims Progress

(fisher / reid)



I sat me down to write a simple story

Which maybe in the end became a song

In trying to find the words which might begin it

I found these were the thoughts i brought along



At first i took my weight to be an anchor

And gathered up my fears to guide me round

But then i clearly saw my own delusion

And found my struggles further bogged me down



In starting out i thought to go exploring

And set my foot upon the nearest road

In vain i looked to find the promised turning

But only saw how far i was from home



In searching i forsook the paths of learning

And sought instead to find some pirate's gold

In fighting i did hurt those dearest to me

And still no hidden truths could i unfold



I sat me down to write a simple story

Which maybe in the end became a song

The words have all been writ by one before me

We're taking turns in trying to pass them on

Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on


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