Carrousel Rose High

In times when the carrousel rose,

the wind whispered, "smile and enjoy the ride.."

Purity told to walk in bare feet,

while Dirt told to rise the gaze.

This little heart was grey, this cluttered mind was unclear.

She wishes the wind could chime. Chime and wipe the heart.

She wishes the wind could chime.

Chime and rhyme the mind.

As the old man once taught, to not stain the moment..

As the old man once taught, to spread the moment..

As it would eventually end, and that lights shines brighter without dirt.