dying to get out

Untouched still is she
As she swings the tyre tree'd
Souls in twined around and round
Screaming their ego's bound
A free gift she gave to Thee
Inspiration willing freed
A merry ride you see
The screams were happy cheer
Trapped inside of here
Now dying to get out
The swinging hand spins around
And around
All the souls await the ground.