Like the sun into night,
And darkness into day,
From captivity’s plight
We’re back in chains again.
Burning bridges with passion’s flame,
Exchanging joy for dreams,
But cranes that elude our grasp remain
High up in heavenly streams.
All around is night, we kindle fires,
Happiness flees, and dreams expire.
At the end of the road, at the end of the road...
At the End of the Road
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