I've no heart for a ride on the Marry-Go-Round,
Made with someone, who steps on and later alights,
Leaving me all alone, as I'd fall to the ground
In a carnival promising lonelier nights.
I would love to spend life on the Fairest Wheel ride
With a traveler, who stays 'til the fair is replaced
With a rocket to heaven for me and my bride,
From the fair's righteous Owner in final day's haste.
I should like to grow old in the carnival known
As our lives. Now those days of adopting the role
Of the clowns have long vanished. I'd pass up a cone
Filled with ice cream for someone who'd help fill my soul.
If I meet someone who has had reason to grieve
Former loss or betrayal of last time's "I do,"
I could pour out my heart, in the hope they'll believe:
In my past, I've been thrown from the Dodgem cars too.
If I climb to the top of the great slippery dip
Of romance, and position myself on the mat,
Then I'll trust it won't leave me, when I start to slip,
And go falling in love, and – this time – not fall flat.
When it comes down to trusting that they would remain,
At the fairground with me, and continue to care;
So we both could enjoy full remission of pain.
One should best trust the Owner of Testament Fair.