At the break of dawn
the curtains are drawn
The doors are closed
The sidewalks hosed
The sun breaks the clouds
The music is loud
And the clowns wake up again
Put on their masks
to join the masquerade
Their pain begins to fade
When they hide
And quietly slide,
through the day
The jokers fallen
from the deck
The angels have fallen again
This world is never perfect
Not even in the end
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 7:28 AM UTC
At the break of dawn
the curtains are drawn
The doors are closed
The sidewalks hosed
The sun breaks the clouds
The music is loud
And the clowns wake up again
Put on their masks
to join the masquerade
Their pain begins to fade
When they hide
And quietly slide,
through the day
The jokers fallen
from the deck
The angels have fallen again
This world is never perfect
Not even in the end
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