This is for my sad little clown,
Who helps me up when I am down.
Who puts on his happy face,
And goes on with the daily race.
A trickster he is, that is true,
but the trick you see is not on you.
He tells himself that he is fine,
And you will never hear him whine.
But I can hear it when he laughs,
His hearts not in it , that's the facts.
The one thing that he doesn't know,
Is that I care about him so.
The words he writes, they touch my soul,
I just wish I could make him whole.
This is for my sad little clown,
A better heart just can't be found.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
This is for my sad little clown,
Who helps me up when I am down.
Who puts on his happy face,
And goes on with the daily race.
A trickster he is, that is true,
but the trick you see is not on you.
He tells himself that he is fine,
And you will never hear him whine.
But I can hear it when he laughs,
His hearts not in it , that's the facts.
The one thing that he doesn't know,
Is that I care about him so.
The words he writes, they touch my soul,
I just wish I could make him whole.
This is for my sad little clown,
A better heart just can't be found.
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