Here we go;
Another merry-go-round of hell.
Spin and spin,
Watching time go by.
Watching life go by.
Around and around we go,
Where we stop, only God knows.
But once you let go, you can't get back on.
It keeps spinning and spinning,
With or without you.
Helpful hands may reach,
Stretch to grab a hold of you.
To bring you back for more fun and smiles.
For more happiness and joys within the ride,
But instead, you stand and stare.
Watch and envy at those having fun,
Feeling empty like you can't return.
Feeling outcast and left out.
Yet the hands are right in front of you, spinning.
Why don't you reach?
Why don't you hold on?
We want you to join, we welcome you fully.
You regret, spit at the ground and turn.
Your back is cold and depressing.
A merry-go-round at a youth but a wheel at teenage;
Spinning and you need every part of the car,
Every last bolt to keep the wheel spinning.
We hold on with all our strength,
Cradle you close with love but you break away,
And bounce down the deserted street alone.
You feel abandoned and lost,
Yet these hands reach for you,
Loving and crying for you.
You regret, spit at the ground and turn.
Your back is cold and depressing.
A wheel at teenage but a cycle at adulthood;
Everything goes round,
Every last piece holds the other together.
To carry on the cycle so it may start again.
Start and go at full speed.
Make a great success and life for yourself.
But you changed the cycle,
Move it to an irregular shape.
You regret, spit at the ground and turn.
Your back cold and depressing.
The merry-go-round of youth,
The wheel of teenage,
The cycle of adulthood,
It never ends for any life.
Each piece grows to the next,
Planting fruits to grow larger, stronger,
But not alone. Never alone.
A tree grows many fruits, not just one.
But you regret, spit at the ground and turn.
Your face is distant and unforgiving.
All we wanted to do was help.
