The Wheel from Our Gods by Bird Friend

How long will this waiting game last?
Till the irons that bind us in our caution turn to ash?
Till the storm that pours behind your eyes has come to pass?
Oh, lover – this life is fair to you
As if you thought it burned so hot your heart had turned to glass

Collar that old monster till the beast becomes your charge
The summer rain to wash away the worm within the heart
The piercing sun of noontime tears you and your muse apart
Oh, lover – this deep despair in you
Is wide awake and full of hate and wicked from the start

Tread so very lightly as to not disturb the sores
Where the sundown paints a picture reincarnate at its core
For the season’s final breath resets the wheel once more
Oh, lover – if I don’t care for you
It’s off to sea again for me, a liar seeking port

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