Spilled Milk Pt. V: Wraparound

Don't get lost without a friend

That'll see you to the end

And so finite is free will

But you had more than your fill

And don't fret over yesterday

Tomorrow came before today

And we're all born to see

The true divinity

And when seven trumpets sound

What's within you wraps around

As the sun's brightest beam

We're just frozen in the stream