The World Spins On

This season I have time to live well But agriculture you can never tell It's a gamble the forecast said it would rain But I collected my grains These fields I have ploughed I roll and sow Coz these acres I farm have a growing charm I need to load thi

Cynicism has such clamorous voice that is easily heard as man's glamorous choice Something rings clearly as though from afar to illume our minds and kindle our hearts Love has overtaken us Made our pulses pound for a greater cause Love is so that it

The mockingbird sings her last lullaby of a million laments, you should all cry. Say goodbye to moral laws, filled with pointless anecdotes. There are countless wannabes within these walls. Over plans into exploit, from faint distant hopes, so nothin