Omnia - Wheel Of Time

Where’s my pretty face
And where’s my holy place
All have flowed away like water
Where’s the summer sun
And where have all the good times gone
All have flowed away in time

These hands were taught to work the land
But fertile fields have turned to san
A barren waste of modern madness

Life is like a music hall
But you don’t get a certain call
The trees of youth have come to fall, asunder An the wheel of time rolls on

An empty space left in mu bed
That’s where you used to lay your head
Nut no ‘good night love’ sweetly said, without you

I take my looking flass to see
But wrinkled eyes look back at me
I feel the need to let it be
Forgotten

And the wheel of time rolls on