Have we allowed with permission, torn apart left us wishing.
For an ounce or a shred of dignity, I see this turnstile is for me.
It allows me to rebuild again, manifest love from this pen.
The urgency of which I speak, is for them that comes to seek.
CHORUS
My prayer, my plea, this turnstile spins for me.
My prayer, my plea, this turnstile spins for me.
Hope lost in this abyss, too often the forgotten risk.
Hands lent in this passage, a whole of pity won't let us manage.
Hurtfulness and deep sorrow, forgotten thoughts of tomorrow
Sadness in your remembrance, what next the hesitance?
CHORUS
Now, right now, my plea, this turnstile spins for me.
Right now, my plea, this turnstile spins for me.
SPIN!!!
