Daniel rushes out on stage Before his awaited fans, To flip, jump and somersault While children clap their hands. The youngsters giggle with delight To watch him entertain. Their little hearts fill with joy As he rides the old toy train. His face is always painted With a smile and a big red nose. Except for the single tear he's drawn So small it hardly shows. Beneath the pain is what no one sees The true face Daniel hides. For its more than just a single tear That streams from Daniel's eyes. He's brought happiness to others, Never found it for himself. The only friend he'd ever had Was the bottle on the shelf. Now Daniel was a good man, Gave it everything he had. Now his soul is empty, Now his soul is lost and sad. He's done his show for thirteen years, But he can no longer try. Saddened he walks to his tiny house And breaths a heavy sigh. He sits down in his easy chair, A drink lodged in his hand. Daniel sorts through his bag of tricks As the hourglass loses sand. Daniel picks up the only thing He knew would set him free. Where ever it would take him Is where happiness would be. He calmly walked across the room, With a blank look in his eye, A single tear fell silently, As Daniel smiled and said Goodbye. |
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