Whirlspin

Vibrations ripple, out and away.
Circles slowly grow and fade.
Meaning comes from the soul within,
An illustrious freedom from this whirlspin.
I have the power to unlock the door.
Yet I'm a damn coward with my knees on the floor.

All we are is time, here to make our history,
Here to write our rhyme.
All we are is time, a predetermined destiny,
Caught between the lines.

Just another pebble, lost in this tide.
With a nasty little devil who conducts the ride.
As the night, she strangles every last breath,
Of a weary day unto his icy death.

All we are is time, here to make our history,
Here to write our rhyme.
All we are is time, a predetermined destiny,
Caught between the lines.

Fight to last, run to seek.
Cause the judgements cast, tempt the weak.
A power lies deep within,
Here to free us from this whirlspin.
Resist and sing stronger,
Or embrace to become.
As the granules fall into their places,
It seems funny how easily time erases.
Life's hand grips tight, but can give in.
As we fall deeper in this whirlspin.