audio by genre blues

This land today, shall draw its last breath
And take unto its ancient depths
This frail reminder of this giant, dreaming self.
While I, with human-hindered eyes
Unequal to the sweeping curve of life,
Stand on this single print of time.

Human wheels spin round and round
While the clock keeps the pace.
Human wheels spin round and round
Help the light of my life.

That time, today, no triumph gains
At this short success of age.
This pale reflection of its brave and
Blundering deed.
For I, descend from the vault,
Now dreams beyond my earthly fault