Round and Round

The wild thunder turning to consolation The crying shower turning to purification You flowing through me streaming down on my skin You moving my mind making me dance through this hell One round two rounds and three rounds and on and on Don’t stop until you feel at one with the universe My inner garden turning to desolation My quiet nights turning to agitation You growing through me leaving scars on my skin You moving my mind making me dance through this hell One round two rounds and three rounds and on and on Don’t stop until you feel at one with the universe