the fire that shards the merry go round,
to anyone listening it would be a whisper a sound,
for the little children swaying in the light,
of the fire filled blaze such a hypnotizing sight,
for their screams of underlying delight,
at the fire filled merry go round that lights up the night,
for even thow their burning,
theres still a strong yerning,
to burn on the merry go round