The world just seems to crumble, as
Her hopes are swallowed up in flames;
So she draws circles,
Circles,
As the smoke just seems to gather
Everywhere.

There’s love, and then there’s desperate love;
But feelings strong are not enough, it seems.
So she draws circles,
Circles,
Filling in the lines and colors,
Making sense of all the madness
As it swirls around her life;
The patterns that she can control.

The rings she draws that still have meaning;
Circles have no ends, but do have insides,
And love that’s freely given still
Has meaning, even when bestowed
Upon those who reject it.
So she draws circles
Love her
Circles
Love her
Love her

Love her