Long, long ago there was a bustling town Among whose inhabitants was a funny clown. Whenever he saw a face with a frown He would set upon a mission to bring a smile And to give a new meaning to relationships fragile. When the sun went down and all had gone home He would make his way to his abode of emptiness Waiting for an angel to light up his barren sky. No one knew his story of sadness All that mattered was his being funny. He too had been happy, inside and outside When that dark day had ripped apart his world. Everything was blown apart, he was left alone Rather than shedding tears, he decided to spread cheer And mend broken hearts For making others laugh is not easy. And he was just a funny clown.
I shrivel ‘neath a scorching sun, Devoid protection for my skin, An aching grimace, I’ll show none, Worse burning pain suppurates within. I wander naked through the rain, Although my body fully clothed, This broken love ne’er to regain, Only
When lights go out within your life, and all your world grows dark; strike out with steel on solid rock until you see the sparks. Then burn the candles in your mind, and bring in fresh new light, while wiping
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