Broken Wheel

Bruce Cockburn

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