There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Ah
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son,
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man,
Well, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune,
But I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more no!
Carry on,
You will always remember
Carry on,
Nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more,
No more!"
Jackson sang this song as he sat alone in the music room, his fingers strumming the electric guitar in his hands. It wasn't his normal acoustic guitar, but it was quite a nice guitar, the rock sounds vibrating around the room as he hit every note perfectly, putting his own spin on the old Kansas song. He really wasn't one to like rock music, but this was different. The song just had a brilliant feel when he strummed the chords, singing the lyrics along to his electric tune. His blonde hair was wild as the pop-star concluded the song, panting as he looked down at the guitar, the strings still slightly vibrating.
He had lots to do, but he wanted to play music, not train. If he wanted to train he would be in the arena, but right now he wanted to let loose. Hopefully he would see Cleo soon, ask her to prom. He knew in the back of his mind he had someone else, but the music and the kisses between the pop star and the model had clouded his mind with foolish love. Hmm, perhaps he should play that song next! Beginning to strum again he paused when he heard footsteps.