There is a kind of madness- Which flows within my veins.. Sometimes it takes control of me And makes me act insane. A rage which flares within me And makes me want to rend- The nearest people to meÖ I fear where it might end. Iíve tried to delve within my heart Iíve tried to find the sourceÖ Of the wild and strange emotions Which take me with their force. I do believe they are the same Which once caused me to roam- Which drove my soul with wanderlust And robbed me of a home. Thereís something in the cold North wind Which acts just like a goadÖ And starts my feet to itchingÖ For a new, uncharted road. Thereís something in the setting sun Which makes me long to see- The sights on which it casts itís rays Whatever they may be. Thereís something in the moonlight Thatís calling out to me- I long to hear the breakers- Of a seething, tropic sea. Iíve crossed the wide Pacific- Crossed the burning desert sands. Iíve held the miracle of life Within my calloused handsÖ And yet there dwells a force within More strong than any chain- Perhaps thatís why so many folk Believe that Iím insane.
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