One lies in waiting for One mind who wants for more Four arms plain for one goal Two more will make one whole, but when? And it comes on slow And it folds what know Yet it seems so far When all is gained or lost What will measure mine? Could I leave it now When so tired am I What is suffering? Eight arms slave for one goal Two more will make one whole With questions of control Could I be bought or sold today? And it comes on slow And it folds what know Yet it seems so far When all is gained or lost What will measure mine? Could I leave it now When so tired am I What is suffering?
One lies in waiting for One mind who wants for more Four arms plain for one goal Two more will make one whole, but when? And it comes on slow And it folds what know Yet it seems so far When all is gained or lost What will measure mine? Could I leave it now When so tired am I What is suffering? Eight arms slave for one goal Two more will make one whole With questions of control Could I be bought or sold today? And it comes on slow And it folds what know Yet it seems so far When all is gained or lost What will measure mine? Could I leave it now When so tired am I What is suffering?
