Look at my closed captions
If you want to have a dead ear
To my story
I recollect
Like it was yesterday
If this day will never come
Then would be explaining
How my heart
Would had been still numb
I decided to make a turn around
On my carousel of decisions
Riding was fun for a moment
Then I found
This type of gravity
Was becoming my real opponent
He decided my up and downs
The soul controller of my moving ground
I had to get off this merry go around
Wasn’t fun anymore
I pleaded for help
I was distraught I couldn’t save myself
At this county fair wasn’t fair
An old man I didn’t know
Paid my costly fare
He told me to step down
I was so lethargic and dizzy
But by his guiding hand
I found stable ground
The soul controller was very angry
He mumbled inside his voice
Saying your child made this choice
The old man said my ride was inhumane
Sadistic and he had enough
Seeing much lamenting and hurting
He came down to relieve
My constant strain of inconsistent living
He told this evil soul controller
Had moved him with blinders
To heighten his fear
He said I’m going to restore his vision
Showing me love that’s so sincere
I chose another place to go
In his sanctuary now I’m finding my glee
Assuring my last payment was worthless
The controller had my soul discounted
My fare wasn’t FAIR at all…
By Deon Souldier Ballard