I am not to be toiled.

You see, I'm just a little coiled

But that doesn't mean I can't be loyal

My skin reads of turmoil; this journey has

scars you cannot see

I grew up in lovers' town

never quite hitting the ground

part of a dog pound, they keep me in the air

They call this relief from childhood fear

Keep looking to the skys

You saw my skin, I let you in, I trusted you to persevere

We find solace in the comedy, STOP, this isn't ending in tragedy, we all have someone to be.

So when the road gets tough, have no fear, soon you will see crystal clear.

Smoke and mirrors, you called us out

Do not fear us, we do not shout

We are part of Childs play

We cannot let you lead us your way

This child's heart is the MAIN part

so listen to the farts, and all the random parts, the giggles, the trouble, the naaaahhhhhhh bubbles, and the heartless rubbles

You all made a funny name and said you were part of the game. This town has its foot in the game; this isn't a soldier's way. He left his lovers to be found on the cross, trying to switch spots. This journey wasn't made to rob a mother.