Daddy Bear Posted April 27, 2008 Share Posted April 27, 2008 We all can't play King Richard, as I'm sure has been observed before And one, without a fanfare, gains his entrance through a plainer door He dances round, in secret keeping time to Springsteen's Badlands A figure most benign, with none suspecting such a sad man His face obscured in greasepaint, Chester Jester does his tripping takes For laughter, sweetest medicine that cures the half of sorrow's aches Priceless entertainment by a nothing thrown in mismatched clothes I stand in humble awe and admiration for the life he chose And in the lights he'll shine tonight The Fool, that old familiar sight Garb outrageous, mirth contagious Comfort from historic ages Giving hell to make you well He'll draw your demons to himself Now, how could you not love a man who only wants to make you smile Though deep inside, as he performs, his heart is breaking all the while His kind of grin I'd like to have, the kind that shows his every tooth There's honesty in tears, but laughter leads us to a higher truth In all the world there could not be a greater strength than in a clown His code of honor binds him not to break and bring the curtain down He leaves his blood and sweat upon the boards, and all he'll ever ask Is that you not look deep and see the man in the ironic mask And in the lights I'll shine tonight The Fool, that old familiar sight Garb outrageous, mirth contagious Comfort from historic ages Giving hell to make you well I'll draw your demons to myself Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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