spin and flail.

we met inside a weathered hall
one where boys would spin and flail
the time was kept by the drummers step
when melody painted the walls

now we collide in modern time
we watch the spin and turn
thinking of days with second chances
when we knew what it was to burn

our nerves have been shot
the days have worn thin
but we still meet in the weathered hall
for we are the bearers
the one's who remember
when we once stood so tall