The Wheel

Funny how the seasons change

Silently they fade away

Hardly even recognized

Suddenly her heart in chains

Prisoner to past regrets

Dusty dreams

Forgotten days

Autumn fills the soul

Golden leaves turn brown

Inner winds blow cold

Steady rain falls down

Bitter hearts grow old

Summer days are gone

How our lives unfold

As the wheel spins on

Funny how ambitions change

Full of hope he joins the race

Slowly starts to compromise

Slips back to familiar ways

Defining lines blur into gray

Hollow shell of a man remains

Autumn fills the soul

Golden leaves turn brown

Inner winds blow cold

Steady rain falls down

Bitter hearts grow old

Summer days are gone

How our lives unfold

As the wheel spins on

Funny how commitments change

Sifted like the ocean sands

Empty words through trembling hands

Left without a word to say

Her heart of stone

His feet of clay

A crumbling house is washed away

Autumn fills the soul

Golden leaves turn brown

Inner winds blow cold

Steady rain falls down

Bitter hearts grow old

Summer days are gone

How our lives unfold

As the wheel spins on

Funny how the seasons change