-Spinning, spinning, round and round.
Never stopping, never stopping.
Stealing sanity that they've found
Lying abandoned on the ground.
-Just because you're better than me,
You're always sneering, always sneering.
Can't you give me the chance
To be me, to be free?
-Life is a cycle running behind the scenes.
Never changing, never changing.
An everyday stufggle under the seams.
Light gets crushed out between the screams.
-The faded children play in the sand.
Is London Bridge falling down, falling down?
They listen to the ancient band.
Playing their song across the deserted land.
-But a glimmer of hope shines through.
It twinkles, fades, twinkles, fades.
The strength to face each day anew.
That hope is called friends-one like you.

 
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