o The pain that rages my heart,

I live with day to day;

A sorrow deep within my soul,

That never goes away.

The smile I use to mask my pain,

Hides tears no one can see;

For the tears I shed alone at night,

Are seen by only me.


A clown on masquerade,

Seeking laughter as my balm,

In a haunting, sad parade.

Behind the makeup of the clown,

Is a shattered heart of glass;

Look deep into the eyes and see,

A pain filled, sorrowed past



I walk through clouds of sadness,

And drift on seas of pain;

Picking up the shards of heart,

Seeking wholeness once again.

Alive in constant memory,

Across the distant miles;

There is solace for this heart,

and the key to this clown's smile.



And though the days are empty,

And years stretch forth in pain;

A hope, a dream is still alive,

That I will be whole again.