Words of Wisdom 

The wheel keeps turning the sky rearranging,look my son the weather is changing.I'd like to feel that you could be free look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree.Sometimes again you'll turn green and the sea turns red,my son I said the power of axis over my head the big wheel keeps on turning on a simple line day by day.We sang aboth the sun and danced among the trees and we listened to the whisper of the city on the breez.Will you cry in the most in a leadfree zone down within the shadows where the factories drone.On the surface of the wheel they build another town and so the green come tumbling down.Yes close your eyes and hold me tight,and I'll show you sunset sometimes again.As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise,while satelites and cameras watch from the skies.An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea it washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me.And all the king's man cannot put it back again but the ghetto sun will nurture life and mend my soul sometime again.