Come on, everyone on the merry-go-round we shall go!
The man looked disfigured, not in shape, out of place, but gestured
All the children, born with sin, born through life came gathering around
For they should love the joyous sounds, the motion of the happy joyful merry-go-round
As it spun and spun and spun, the carnival came to life
Like an endless whisper suddenly started to sing along…
The children, envied, cheered, screamed, smiled, and enjoying their surroundings
As the man came near a boy and asked: ‘what do you like most of this night of serene?’
‘That my mother knows I’m happy’ the boy responded with a smile on his face. The smirking man stopped smirking, knowing this wouldn't be working. He gave the boy the belief.
That they came here for a night of relief. Not feeling the sadness anymore of passing,
But embody joy, cheerfulness. The smirking man felt nauseated.
The merry go round spun and spun
For children where their lifes ended or didn’t even begun
We remorse thee, for the life you couldn’t have
You deserve to have eternal memories…
Being in eternal euphoria and blow on your euphoniums
As we sing and cry to the march of the dead children and ask ourselves why.