The Spinning

Wondrous

We feel the army of a string-time band

Forced between the gripping sands

Crushed by the cold shoveling coal

Self-destruct

We're being held down by a weaker man

Forced to feel himself again

Too late to forgive his time

Turned to rust

It's a battle of our own to hands

Forced to throw our wedding bands

Into the weeds, into the snow

Turned to snow

We feel the hand-hold of a lonely ghost

Dying to stroll the souls

Searching for the love under the leaves

We feel the reckoning above us spinning

Feel the reckoning above us spinning

Feel the reckoning above us spinning

Feel the reckoning above

Tired of gold

We hear the sinning of a gentled man

Wishing he could fill his hands

With the shining glimmers of light

Rest your bones

For a perusal of a deep, dark, soul

A place that you can call your own

Like a fortress deep in the woods

We feel the reckoning above us spinning

Feel the reckoning above us spinning

Feel the reckoning above us spinning 

Feel the reckoning above