The World Turns Round

The world is fickle,
One never knows how to control it.
We hear critiques,
they walk all over us,
than life moves on and so must we.

The world turns round,
Yet we attempt to stop it.
We get too scared,
Too needy,
Too confused...
Yet the world turns round,
So so must we.

Yet as fickle as it is,
there are those that rise
Who pick us up when we are weak,
Who know just what to say.
Or what not to say.

They laugh or cry,
All to make the world right.

And as the world turns round

We find our peace.