Turn of Fate
The wheel turns... Ready or not.
A card is drawn from a worn-out deck
A golden rim with a heavy thread
The Wheel of Fortune on a velvet sheet
The hand of destiny we have to meet One day you rise
on the outer edge The next you fall from the highest ledge
What goes around must come back home
You reap the seeds that you have sown A sudden shift,
a change of tide Nowhere to run,
nowhere to hide
Spin the wheel and watch it turn
Karma is the lesson we must learn
Through the
cycles of the night and day
The hand of fate will have its say
We are bound to the spinning wheel You built your crown on
a shifting hill While others starved at your window sill But seasons
change with an icy wind And accounts are settled for what we
sinned The pendulum swings without a sound
And pulls the mighty back to the ground
Spin the wheel and watch it turn
Karma is the lesson we must learn
Through the
cycles of the night and day
The hand of fate will have its say
We are bound to the spinning wheel The cycle ends...
The wheel remains. (hummmm)