Desperate to be admired
But in the eyes of others, another clown
Spending and spoiling his energy

Forever lost in reverie

Joined the circus at seventeen

For many years, lived his dream
But on the outside where time passes by
The circus performer is still a child

« look at me now, using torches of fire
Look ! higher than anyone else
I am the great juggler ! »

But in the end
When the circus days are gone
Who would dare to depend

On some great juggler ?

Cirus performes will be turned down

Juggler or not, still a clown
Small is his crowd
Compared to the outside world

Feelings of being left out of it
Always grow


« look at me know »…

[lead : Allenmark]