Have you ever seen a sad clown?
Who's brightly painted face homes a doleful frown.
Who wears a wide grin across his face,
in an attempt to hide that lonely gaze.
Who jumps up and down, who clowns around.
Who makes you laugh. Oh he'll never stop.
But wait awhile, and let thoughts reconcile,
and you'll recall, that its just his job.
Have you ever heard a sad clown?
Who's cheerful laughter makes no sound?
Who laughs the loudest amongst the crowd,
in an attempt to mute the sorrow bellowing aloud.
Who goes on and on, for oh so long.
bringing laughter with his well known joke about purple tights.
But wait a minute and soon you'll see it,
the void in his life he is forced to fight.
Have you ever known a sad clown?
Who may just be living right in town.
Who is known as the one who never cries
Of course, its just a covering lie.
Who will never be down and out, oh the one we don't worry about.
But may I ask for just one favor?
Its not a lot, just feed your thoughts,
think if he could be one of your neighbours.
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