Circle Pantoom

Life moves in a circle,

Try not to get lost.

It burns you up inside,

Or even goes to frost.

 

Try not to get lost,

In a world turned to flames.

Or even goes to frost,

When all else delays.

 

In a world turned to flames,

Screaming, shouting, pouting,

When all else delays,

Those who care shall wait the outing.

 

Screaming, shouting, pouting,

The cold cares not for trouble. 

Those who care shall wait the outing,

And make dey score double.

 

The cold cares not for trouble,

It may burn you up inside,

And make dey score double,

As life moves in, a Circle

 

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