To ______:
(inspired by paige, may she rest in peace)
My mind is like a carousel,
'round and 'round it goes,
The thoughts that abide there-in,
are those that no one knows.
Thoughts and images flash by,
On a runway wooden horse,
And as around they go and go,
I am filled with deep remorse.
The painted images that go by,
Remind me of those days
That in this gloom of my brain
are like the suns bright rays.
The times i laughed, the times i cried,
the times i smiled at you,
They fill my thoughts with quiet fog
soft as the morning dew.
To bad its to late for me to change,
To bad its to late to know
The time has come for me to leave,
But i just cant let it go.
My mind is like a carousel,
'round and 'round it goes,
The thoughts that abide there-in,
are those that no one knows.
Thoughts and images flash by,
On a runway wooden horse,
And as around they go and go,
I am filled with deep remorse.
The painted images that go by,
Remind me of those days
That in this gloom of my brain
are like the suns bright rays.
The times i laughed, the times i cried,
the times i smiled at you,
They fill my thoughts with quiet fog
soft as the morning dew.
To bad its to late for me to change,
To bad its to late to know
The time has come for me to leave,
But i just cant let it go.