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How can I write sad songs
when I'm supposed to be strong?
How can I make a cascade of tears
When others threaten to burst the dam
How can I walk eyes on the ground
With slack in my back alone
When called upon to lead the crowd...

Entertain us, help us our troubles to forget
You have the answers you are our escape, our hope.
Everyone and everything travels with the clown
But who makes the clown smile when wearing a frown?

These are not important things to trouble with
We have our own sings of troubles to sing.
It matters not where the clown avoids the frown
Nor if the clown is feeling down just enjoy the show

I understand the perriot clown more so now,
The pain that suffered tormenting your soul,
Is the pleasure of those who refuse to grow
My Passion for compassion, heals your lows

But your cruelty needs a strength beyond comprehension
And I will draw on the reserves that have yet to end
And pray you find your own inner resolve and free me
From my addiction of soothing your soul by appeasing your mind

Will we ever see the love of the blind
through the weaknesses of the mind?
I laugh to my self shunning the tears
No probably not ever, not in a million fears.