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The strap that holds the cart in rein

Has been let loose by wearing thin

By wearing thin, by biting through

The shift in power leans to you

And the cart is on a wheel
I've wept with joy for the things I've done

And I've wept as hard for what I left undone

For what I left undone

For what I couldn't deem mine

For what I thought was yours

And so I drew the line

And the cart is on a wheel
And the wheel is on a hill

I heard someone fall
I saw another one flail
I saw an arm dig deep

Where there was no rail

Well there is no rail

And there's no 'because'

Though the body be strong

The Spirit is law

And the cart is on a wheel
And the wheel is on a hill
And the hill is shifting sand
And inside these laws we stand.

If we are lives and souls to keep
If we are Love, I hope we do not sleep

I hope we do not sleep
I hope we stay our ground

Hold fast to the Mother as she turns us 'round.

'Cause the cart is on a wheel
And the wheel is on a hill
And the hill is shifting sand
And inside these laws we stand.
Hold fast to the Mother...hold fast.

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