The mighty wheel is spinning
At a relentless pace
And as the clock is ticking
It's laughing in your face.
With every passing second
The end is getting near
And all that you have reckoned
Gives in to pain and fear.
Your big dreams and ideals
Are crushed by wheel's sheer power
So you know how it feels
To suffer day and hour.
And yet, in times of sorrow
When all hope appears lost
You still wait for tomorrow
And fight the past's ghost.
The battle may be long
And hanging by a thread
But if your spirit's strong
You'll beat the grief and dread!
