Who are you to me?
Or should I let it be
But the same faces keep reappearing
Into my heart searing

Round and round the Wheel goes
When it stops no one knows
But the same faces come again
As I count them up to Ten

The Fool begins a catchy tune
The Witch then follows with a rune
The Watcher waits with the right thyme
The Traveller calls in rhythm and rhyme
Then the Child looks up at the blue
While Archer aims well and true
The Lady Lily waves her fan
The Viper moves to the pipes of Pan
Finally the Crown takes place
Above the Fallen Angel’s face

So when the Ten come calling
Don’t take fear from falling
Their purpose is clear to cheer
Helping you know smile from sneer