A Whirlpool Of Dreams

In a whirlpool of dreams, the blind tiger sighs,

All the pain and deciet never seen in his eyes,

Trapped in a cage, he tenderley cries,

To perform in a circus full of hate and lies.



In a whirlpool of dreams lies the cold heart of stone,

In the body, pumping and working to be known,

Lying in the bloodstream left pumping all alone

To be shattered into rubble after being ledt on it’s own.



In a whirlpool of dreams stands the carpenter’s son,

Frightened of his future, and knowing he’s the one,

Forgiving everybody even for all the damage done,

Crucified for spreading the peaceful fight soon to be won.



In a whirlpool of dreams is the national soldier,

Fighting for no reason and killing his fellow brother,

Just felt like killing a man trying to hide and cover,

But karma will get him one way or another.



In a whirlpool of dreams, the tusks of the ‘phant grow,

Spreading truth and wisdom for all to know,

Swirling knowledge that is pure as morning snow,

To spin the cosmic wheel and help people high and low.

 

cool, sounds like something the grateful dead would write!

 

Hell yeah ,... I love this one.
Carpenters son,....
Very imbued with serious Karmic Duality brother.....

I get a very Jefferson Airplane vibe from these lyrics.

 

i loved it, very creative

 

Great job, esp...

'In a whirlpool of dreams, the tusks of the ‘phant grow,

Spreading truth and wisdom for all to know,

Swirling knowledge that is pure as morning snow,

To spin the cosmic wheel and help people high and low.'

Last spin of the wheel....