Coming Around To Nowhere

Your heart be throbbing around, Love songs that never were found; Goodbye to childish thoughts, With all those unthinkable knots. That merry go round from here, And coming around to nowhere; Whatever I thought I would say, In each of my puerile's play. The stars will shine on tomorrow, Like snow tops of Kilimanjaro; Our imagination will never stop, Though different things it'll swoop. We will search and find its town, Let its wall go tumbling down; The fairytales come still along, In stories and every new song. Hope will leave nothing undone, Endless interpretations in the spun; We' will mature in years and skills, But always have our youthful thrills. If young in our soul we will still be, And hold to expectations and its glee; Have the summer in heart and mind, Never leave the young years behind.