Colors surround me All throughout the air
Childtime gayety Rhythm and prayer
I flounce about on clouds of gold
We are considered “The Clown and the Rose”
A shot of Darkness Flings through the air.
Leaps from “The Clown” And strikes “The Rose” Bare…
Now the makeup Is smeared and the petals as- tray.
Our masterpiece ruined as the paint drips away.
The canvas is shriveled and thrown on the ground.
The colors have faded The clouds have turned grey.
My Clown Doesn’t make me laugh this way.