To be authentic in the day,
Oh a candle is in dismay!
As the earth shakes and shatters down
The children scream, \'oh there\'s a clown!\'
For the clown knows not his worth
Since he was given birth
Oh children, children! do not fear
Are you aware of the light that is near?
For the sun is your savior
And so is your king,
Behold the wounded warrior
Who laughs at everything
And why must this castle
Be full of blithe?
For life is a hassle!
No papers, no shame, no forsythe...
And these damn flowers
Are damned in a sense,
Shall there be fleeting hours
Or recompense?
For in all the world
I have one life
Like a clown without his gold
There is no strife;
Oh children, brilliant children! no need to hear
Are you aware of the song that is near?
For the song is in your heart
Do you feel it?
Brilliant minds shall never part
Yet the world cannot be lit.
Senseless daggers, senseless guns, senseless hardships
Beware of the fleeting of the lips
For words are more dangerous than I
Behold the vanishing of the sky
For tomorrow is the last day of the year
And alas, we shed a tear
And all of my friends and foes
Are still searching for their wayward rose
Still I find it hard to believe
That life is a tangled web we weave
And all the bouts that we face
Are eager without a trace
So captive boats come rescue me
I shall tarnish without the sea
And all the clowns shall come together
And celebrate this distant weather...