Around they go with the wind,
Mills that crush and grind,
Telling a story difficult to comprehend
And warning us of potential binds.
Mills that crush and grind
Could have warned us as his friend
Of his potential binds
Before they ever happened.
They could have warned us as his friend
When his fame brightly shined,
Making sure his stuff never happened,
Ruining all we held of him in our minds.