The Warm Wheel

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.

I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.

I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.

I embraced his back to help him to be himself, yet the carry asked him not to.

I let him go. 

Run, devil, run, and shadows blacked his road.

Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me asked to not do.

He let them go.

Carry the heavy bur silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.

The warm wheel, I let him go.

And, goodreads version:

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.
I whispered but no friends to talk, no hates go right.
I held his arm but the wind take him into the storm and rain gone mad.
I embraced his back to help him, yet the carry asked him not to.
I let him go. 
Run, devil, run, and shadows black his road.
Let's stop but he kept run and he kept do for me while I ask to not to.
He let them go.

Carry the heavy but silent in mode, walk through the land yet dark and oiled.

The warm wheel, I let him go.