Words and Music by Holy Soldier, David Zaffiro and Doug Mann

Sitting on a weathered bench in the middle of a park
The names can barely still be read where two lovers carved a heart
I wonder where they are today, are they together still
Or does only one return to trace the heart that never healed
And on and on and on and on we all pretend
Day after day goes by, but someday it will end

Turning of time, sowing of seeds
Saying the words we seldom speak
Say what you should, do what you must
Turning of time, sowing of seeds
Not for the now, but eternity
Hearts, like a wheel, can turn to rust

Mother saved the phtotgraph, now she keeps it in her book
She cries every time she sees, though she can't help but look
Her only child made her smile though she can't accept the loss
She spends he day, but not alone, at the foot of the cross
And on and on and on and on we all pretend
Day after day goes by, but someday it will end

Turning of time, sowing of seeds
Saying the words we seldom speak
Say what you should, do what you must
Turning of time, sowing of seeds
Not for the now, but eternity
Hearts, like a wheel, can turn to rust