Life is a carousel, round and round it goes, Life is a carousel always moving forward, and never looking back.

Life changes in every second We never know what will happen

The Years have passed by, In the blink of an eye,

You give me inspiration, each and every day. Through all you say and do, I am inspired by you.

When you smile, you make my heart soar. When you laugh, you make my vision brighter.

So, I have this thing where I cling on to a certain group of people, and sometimes that group is the wrong one for me. I can't help it, and I get scared to break away.

It all comes down to Saturday, Will I crack under the pressure?

You say be happy, to forget all my worries and troubles,

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea

If I could put it in words, I would,

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Eighth published piece from Inspired Series.