Winter is here again, oh lord
Haven't been home in a year or more
I hope she holds on a little longer
Sent a letter on a long summer day
Made of silver, not of clay
I've been runnin' down this dusty road
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
I don't know where I'll be tomorrow
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
I've been trying to make it home
Got to make it before too long
I can't take this very much longer
I'm stranded in the sleet and rain
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again
The mornin' sun is risin'
It's kissin the day
Oh the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'
I don't' know where I'll be tomorrow
Ooo the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' ~journey
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sufi | book 2
Non-FictionSufi wakes up to the sound of her mother's disembodied voice indicating her death is near eminent that is her adoptive mother. From the joy of finding a foul ball at the Ottawa Titans game to find out that her mother was dying to her modeling career...
