Too Many Questions

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Too many choices in the end Too many voices on the wind Too many questions asking why Too many ways for us to die Too may reasons not to turn around and run Too many eyes for them to see Too many lies for them to be Too many roads for us to choose Too many loads for us to lose Too many season now have burned into the sun But oh, can you see me Striding cross the plain? And in your hand a flaming brand goes on Or would you leave me Striving here in vain? And in your soul a deadly cold goes on Oh will you tell me How this burden came to me? Too many hunters in the field Too many powers not to wield Too many mists enshroud the world Too many banners now unfurled Too many towers falling back into the sand But oh, can you see me Striding cross the plain? And in your hand a failing land goes on Or would you leave me Striving here in vain? And in your soul a hopeless goal goes on Oh will you tell me How this burden came to me Where will I go, how will I know What will I see, where will I be Where will you go, how will you know What will you see, where will you be? Too many voices on the wind Too many choices in the end Too many questions asking why Too many ways for us to die Too many reasons not to turn and run Turn and we'll burn into the sun If we turn around and run

                                    But oh, can you see me, striding cross the plain?
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