But Still You Will Have To Go On

Linda Ronstadt: Willin'

The sky will grow dark,
cold rain will fall and
all trace of the right way
will be blotted out.
You will be all alone.
And still you will have to go on.
There will be ghosts in the dark
and voices in the air,
disgusting prophecies coming true
and absent faces present on every side.
And still you will have to go on.
The last bridge will fall behind you
and the last lights will go out,
followed by the sun, the moon and the stars; and still you will have to go on. You will come to regions more desolate and wretched than you ever dreamed could exist, places of sorrow created entirely by that mean superstition which you yourself have put about for so long.
But still you will have to go on.
--Richard Adams
Shardik