Broken Wheel

Way out on the rim of the galaxy
 The gifts of the Lord lie torn
 Into whose charge the gifts were given
 Have made it a curse for so many to be born
 This is my trouble --
 These were my fathers
 So how am I supposed to feel?
 Way out on the rim of the broken wheel
 Water of life is going to flow again
 Changed from the blood of heroes and knaves
 The word mercy's going to have a new meaning
 When we are judged by the children of our slaves
 No adult of sound mind
 Can be an innocent bystander
 Trial comes before truth's revealed
 Out here on the rim of the broken wheel
 You and me -- we are the break in the broken wheel
 Bleeding wound that will not heal
 Lord, spit on our eyes so we can see
 How to wake up from this tragedy
 Way out on the rim of the broken wheel
 Bleeding wound that will not heal
 Trial comes before truth's revealed
 So how am I supposed to feel?
 This is my trouble --
 Can't be an innocent bystander
 In a world of pain and fire and steel
 Way out on the rim of the broken wheel