Beyond The Wheel

Far beyond the road Between your house and home There is a churning storm Of hailing, burning bones Tiny baby cries Little, tiny pawn In the profit game Tiny baby grows Mother, who’s your man? Is he doin' what he can To make a proper home, home By overturning other stones, stones? Father, mighty man Loves his little boys, boys Shows them how to kill To save his precious stones, stones Far beyond the wheel Spin your life around By driving flesh and blood Deep into the ground, ground Far beyond the wheel It steers your life around By driving flesh and blood, blood Deep into the ground, the ground

Submitted by Morgoth — Mar 26, 2026