Last part of the journey
by Steven Clotzman

The time was getting late
I couldn't hesitate
to think I might not always be the strongest
Morning came and went,
left me without a cent
and the last part of the journey seemed the longest

I had no other choice
the weakness in my voice
made clear that I could not survive that songfest
Something had to give
the ark was leaking like a sieve
and the last part of the journey seemed the longest

Oh, does it matter now that nothing’s as it seemed?
Oh, should I wonder how all this came to be?
And still, every now and then I reminded of a scene
Of long ago, I’m stumbling, and I’m young

I'd got my education
but when sitting at graduation
came the speeches about my part in the conquest
others might have weeped
but I was fast asleep
and the last of the journey seemed the longest

Oh, was it wrong to grieve for all those shattered dreams?
Oh, can blame me for not knowing what it means?
And sure, I could curse myself for dwelling in between
But those promises like too much time are gone

And so I'm heading back
With one or two more facts
having failed my share of the contest
They may say what's done is done
but for me it's just begun
still the last part of the journey seemed the longest


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