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