many sides to Rosey
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The Merry-Go-Round of Life,
so big and overflowing,
revolving twenty four hours a day.
The horses,
varying from pink to white to blue,
moving up and down
through the peacefulness
and the turmoils
of life.
The music,
carrying them
and comforting them
throughout the days
of their lives.
Their coats,
faded from the
wisdom and knowledge
that they had acquired
from their years
on the Merry-Go-Round
of Life.
The Merry-Go-Round of Life
kept on turning,
never stopping...
not even once.
As the older horses
withers and declines,
The younger ones
took their places,
standing tall and proud.
As the Merry-Go-Round of Life
kept on turning
for ever and ever.
@ Rosey - all rights reserved
so big and overflowing,
revolving twenty four hours a day.
The horses,
varying from pink to white to blue,
moving up and down
through the peacefulness
and the turmoils
of life.
The music,
carrying them
and comforting them
throughout the days
of their lives.
Their coats,
faded from the
wisdom and knowledge
that they had acquired
from their years
on the Merry-Go-Round
of Life.
The Merry-Go-Round of Life
kept on turning,
never stopping...
not even once.
As the older horses
withers and declines,
The younger ones
took their places,
standing tall and proud.
As the Merry-Go-Round of Life
kept on turning
for ever and ever.
@ Rosey - all rights reserved