Web Of Life
by Bird

Cleft between the world it hangs
Suspended in the air…
It is the future, written into your wyrd
As yet it knows no boundsIt is the spider, weaving and spinning
It dreams of many things
It is the past, shown in your deeds,
And yet you still know hopeIt is the future, spinning fate forward,
You will dream of many thingsIt holds the weavers, the wisdom, the world
And yet it wont slow down
It is the keeper, your fortune, your fate
We live for may things