One Last Time

Under the glow of fading light
He dusts off his shoes, red and white
Face of paint, cracked with years
Holding memories, laughter, and tears
He hears the call, the circus tune
A carousel of stars beneath the moon
Once more, he dreams to dance and jest
To bring the crowd his very best
The years may fade, the crowd may thin
But the heart of a clown beats deep within
Through every jest, through every tear
He finds his place in the laughter he steers
His hat in hand, he bow sincere
A thousand smiles to chase the fear
The sawdust floor, the roaring crowd
A life of whimsy, bold and proud
Take me back to the center ring
Where joy and sorrow blend and sing
One last time before curtain falls
The old clown answers a circus' call
Light the stage, the final show
The spotlight on his spirit glow
The laughter echoes, the magic stays
The old clown bows to his glory days
The spotlight dims, the tent grows still
Yet in his chest, there's a burning will
To leave a mark, to hear the cheer
To make them smile and erase their fear
Take me back to the center ring
Where joy and sorrow blend and sing
One last time before curtain falls
The old clown answers a circus' call
Light the stage, the final show
The spotlight on his spirit glow
The laughter echoes, the magic stays
The old clown bows to his glory days