My life is like a spinning Top
Half of the top is painted with sadness
The other half painted with love
I spin so fast the two emotions become one
The physical of the shape of the spinning wheel has not changed
Its been crafted with friendship, happiness and morals
Spun on a surface of a sound and reliable foundation
But like a vegetable or a fruit left for too long, it has formed some mould
This mould is sadness and loss
If someone picked me up, washed of the mould
The sadness would be there still
But spun by the right person
You see make the most beautiful pattern of life
