The Circus

It's a circus, there's little doubt
For the giant wheel turns and turns,
With colours, laughter and excitement,
And roars that pound the ground.

Scary, this,
Never ending too.
How many times will you turn?
Stop already, let me off;
For I cannot see the ground.

My palms are sweaty,
I can't hold on,
The chairs are squeaky, too.
I will fall down, I know this well,
Into its lowest low.

Stop already, let me off.
It's too much for me to bear.
You can laugh at me
And I'll laugh with you,
But I cannot take this wheel.

At this circus, I'll be with you,
I'll keep your smile afloat.
At this circus, I'll be with you,
But just let me play a clown.