In this time of change
When I'm spun around
Turned inside out,
wrung and twisted
with all these
old clothes
that don't fit
and show all the holes and tears
that are the product of this life
When I'm waiting for the spin cycle
to wind itself down
I try to remember
Your love is always there.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
In this time of change
When I'm spun around
Turned inside out,
wrung and twisted
with all these
old clothes
that don't fit
and show all the holes and tears
that are the product of this life
When I'm waiting for the spin cycle
to wind itself down
I try to remember
Your love is always there.
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