Three Images

Broken Clown

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I see shapes in the twilight calling my name beckoning me to come
I see a pale, ghostly figure nailed to a cross
I have fear but I cannot run
He steps down from the tree and wraps my arms around my neck
I hear him laughing...


I see your image on the paper calling my name
A moment that was captured from time
And if I close my eyes and think
I can still feel your skin as warm as it was years ago
But you have gone away, and I am sitting here alone
I hear you laughing...


But if you're looking for a new friend
Baby, I won't be around
I'm full up on a deal that I found on the other side of town
Calling me...


I hear of flowers under spotlights dancing away
Flowers from the land of the sun
A glowing yellow rose exposing itself for all those who are willing to come
In a midnight haze I see a vision of them climbing the steps
I hear them laughing...