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Weary is the traveler Who treads the stony path Through the Mist Whose ghostly embrace Blots out the sun How can they ever Hope to find the way home? The wheel in the sky Turns on They are ignorant Lost and hopeless Drifting for evermore The air turns to water They are not walking But swimming Not treading water But drowning Not sinking to the bottom But flying Carried on wings of ash To  heaven and hell One in the Same
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
Through The Mist
Weary is the traveler Who treads the stony path Through the Mist Whose ghostly embrace Blots out the sun How can they ever Hope to find the way home? The wheel in the sky Turns on They are ignorant Lost and hopeless Drifting for evermore The air turns to water They are not walking But swimming Not treading water But drowning Not sinking to the bottom But flying Carried on wings of ash To  heaven and hell One in the Same
- From Walk Through Fire
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
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