Strayed کے بول

All my dismembered, half-remembered yesterdays Snowing sour rays Interfere with clearly being here today I'm sorry to say I think I've strayed She said "say it - go aheard & at a planet bay it Babe it's the same today As any other day" I've gone astray I confess it, why should I repress it? Unless it's wrestled through It grows on you When you've strayed Gone into hiding, can't abide the latest tidings From the tribe. It's reported hopes are thwarted Nothing of the wonderful survives Its resurrection is the purpose of our lives But who can rise? How thick the lids lie on my eyes