another man down
but we aren't on a battlefield
a queen dropped her crown
to pick it up her king kneeled
on the merry go round
round the merry go goes
death is walking around
knocking on all of our doors
the king kneeled down
to fall for his death
his son is now crowned
the son feeling his father's last breath
on the merry go round
round the merry go goes
death is walking around
knocking on all of our doors
the merry go round
what a joyful ride
but earth is a battleground
where you laugh once you've cried
on the merry go round
round the merry go goes
death is walking around
knocking on all of our doors
he picked up her crown
to go down he kneeled
we know we'll all fall down
maybe one day our hearts will heal
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Author:
phatima (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I lost my uncle in May 2021 and this is one of the many poems I\\\'ve written to help me cope
- Category: Sad
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