Life is like a carousel
Going in circles round and round
You reach for the brass ring
Will you soar or hit the ground?
You wish for your dream to come true
That very special one
That makes you everything but blue
The one that makes life complete
Life holds so many choices
For which one do you reach?
Each holds its own wisdom
With a lesson to teach
We grow through giving
Our love always returned
Sometimes in mysterious ways
Our gifts we have earned
The cycle of life is endless
It�s treasures ours to waste or hold
Each choice marks our heart and soul
Until we exchange the brass for heavenly gold |
