Alone and in an empty room
that weighs of an unending gloom
The placards on the street outside proclaim the hope
my act provides
I've worn this mask a thousand times,
now serves to cover aging lines
A careworn brow, a sagging chin,
a cap to hide the hair, now thin
The paint curves up to hide my frown,
to fool those in another town
I weep yet still pretend to be
the comic that you came to see
Yet in my head my love still sings to me...
Laugh clown, laugh
though your heart it breaks inside
Let them see the hope you give,
not the tears that you've cried
May the strength the Lord provides you,
take you through another night
So laugh clown, laugh, and
everything will be alright
My true love rests below the earth,
I'm now a husk, have lost my worth
Was once a poet, deft and sly, (now)
reduced to rhyming "pie" and "sky"
So now for you the motions go,
behind white face the great unknown
Through candy floss and other treats,
tomorrow my charade repeats
I chose this life to make you smile,
but my joy has been gone awhile
Convince you with my charm and wit,
don't let you know I'm tired of it
Cause jesters have their feelings too,
not always gay, sometimes blue
Yet in my head my love still sings to me...