There are those without a voice and seemly without a choice, someone needs to speak for them.   It is not easy, if it never happened to you; no light in your day and nights that never end.   But there exist words in the air, cries in the night, and a hope of heroes that never came. If you listen with more than ears you can hear.   Once in a great while you can pick up a pen and write, “I know how the merry-go-round feels.”

I cry myself to sleep
Too young to be a women
But no longer treated like a child
Always loved the playground
And I never thought
About the merry-go-round
Now I spend my nights
Knowing how the merry-go-round feels

Too much of a man to cry
This boy keeps it all inside
No one ever looks me in the eye
Not that I would notice
And I never thought
That my life could go this way
Now I spend my nights
Knowing how the merry-go-round feels

No sooner than one gets off
Another one gets on
There is always someone pushing me
Not a simple question
Of what’s right or what’s wrong
I am just something they play on
And I spend my nights
Knowing how the merry-go-round feels

I hope someone finds me
Before I spend another night
Knowing how the merry-go-round feels
I know how the merry-go-round feels

2015 Tim D. Coulter Sr