The
wagon rolling on
Rolling
gravel stones
The
beating on the stone road
The
sad and tired faces
The
men on the wheels
In
their showmanship they do
Telling
their kind how they suffer
They
hide behind their facade of faces
They
leave behind the luxuries
They
have the phobia of losing
The
ground they walk have rejected them
They
know the withering bloom
This
is the last chapter
It
is going downhill all the way
The
wheel of cycle has to go in
The
change has to come
The
lies and pretending
Going
through back doors
Let
the dirty work to the farm boys
It
just never works anymore
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