Around the carousel we go,

Good times, highest highs,

Bad times, lowest lows,

Forever circling,

Always trying,

Always hoping,

Built up over, days, weeks, years,

Dashed in an instant,

Hoping,

Praying,

That this time we'll get it right,

That this time it'll take,

And there won't be tears,

But for all the highs,

We circle back to the lows,

All we want is for the horse to break free,

For us too shift off of this carousel,

And onto a different one,

Different highs,

Different lows,

Still circling,

But on a different track,

Maybe someday,

I'll keep hoping,

Keep praying,

And maybe,

It will happen sooner,

Rather than later,

I don't think we're running out of time,

I know you do,

But I can't help but to hope,

But to pray,

That things will change,

On this carousel.