"My Turn On Earth"

by Carol Lynn Pearson

The world turns `round like a merry-go-round,
It lets some off and it takes some on.
Some horses are high and some horses are low,
Some turns are short and some turns are long.

The world turns `round like a Ferris wheel.
Sometimes you're low and sometimes you're high:
But even way down you never forget
The thrill you feel when you're touching the sky.

My turn! It's my turn!
It ends with death,
It begins with birth.
And It's my turn! It's my turn!
It's my turn on earth.

Well never mind just how long you stay,
The size or shade of the horse that you got.
Just see all the sights and hear all the sounds,
And feel the sun and you'll learn a lot.

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