And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captive on a carousel of Time.
We can’t go back, we can only look behind at where we’ve been.
And go round and round and round in the Circle Game.
March 04, 2016
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captive on a carousel of Time.
We can’t go back, we can only look behind at where we’ve been.
And go round and round and round in the Circle Game.