Wheel Workers Past To Present
(Verse)
Releasing hold, of the victim’s mind, taking back control
from hope or chance.
The past a desolate dream, a self-created, struggle just
above the surface.
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth.
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them
away?
(Verse)
You never stopped to question, that safest slide, from
past to present the failures feared their way in.
So often overwhelmed now, but learned to see, some things
for what they are and should be.
(Chorus)
Getting so old, you feel the length, but not its worth.
As these waves of doubt surround, will you keep them
away?
