The wheels on the bicycle
moving through the air.
Making wind,
doubling time.
The wheels on the bicycle
churning through the air.
Mixing beliefs,
Creating mine.
The wheels on the bicycle
leaving you behind.
Not turning back
To blinded minds.
The wheels on the bicycle
crashing into hope.
Breaking down.
Blood surrounds.
The wheels on the bicycle
still spinning as I go
To a better place.
A smile on my face.
To blinded minds.
The wheels on the bicycle
crashing into hope.
Breaking down.
Blood surrounds.
The wheels on the bicycle
still spinning as I go
To a better place.
A smile on my face.
The wheels on the bicycle
expressing freedom
At last, of mine.
It's about time.
It's about time.
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