Tomorrow Is The Last Day Of The Year

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...