Spinning Wheel

I stand at the razor’s edge,
as these lights burn through my head,
and despite every word I’ve said,
I praise this spinning wheel.
And with everything I make,
and with every breath I take,
even though I shall break,
I praise this spinning wheel.
And all shall be revealed,
and all shall be healed,
and every single cup shall be filled,
and I praise this spinning wheel.
All those left behind,
they shall seek and they shall find,
pardon outside of time,
and I praise this spinning wheel.
And with that trumpet blast,
that blows away the past,
I shall stand there free at last,
and I praise this spinning wheel.
And all shall be revealed,
and all shall be healed,
and every single cup shall be filled,
and I praise this spinning wheel.
And all those who wander lost,
they shall find that they are not,
the price is free, there is no cost,
and I praise this spinning wheel.
I stand at the razor’s edge,
as these lights burn through my head,
and despite every word that I have said,
I praise this spinning wheel.
And all shall be revealed,
and all shall be healed,
and every single cup shall be filled,
and I praise this spinning wheel.