ferron
the cart
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.