Weeping and crying, living and dying
Life is a circus with no ringmaster in sight
We struggle on constantly trying
Being decent and doing what's right
Holding on to those we cherish
While watch sanity and reason perish
We live in a world so full of hate
Where dreams die at a frightening rate
Standing alone it seems most of the time
Seeing no particular reason nor rhyme
Holding on to sanity so frail
Afraid of the cost should we so fail
Live life to the fullest and say
"Although this maybe my very last day
I have done all I can and needed to do,
Can the same be said about you."
