Thorn Clown

I dream my dreams all alone at night
My life's a cartoon of black and white
I'm sick of this paint on my face!
I'm always the one to make the show
A laughing clown, wings black as a crow
I carry this large mind with pain
A mind in this world seems in vain

I remember all those years, running through the freedom
What became of the child I used to be?
I remember all those tears, melting my own face and now
It has become the one I thought was yours

Oh, look at this pityful young soul
Is he beyond or behind? Who knows
But there's no one to burn at his pace
Contemplating wave lenths in the bath
While scorching himself to make us laugh
The beckoning mind cannot be
Insanity might set it free

I remember all those years when I was invincible
What became of the child that used to laugh?
I remember all those fears, bleaching this mild heart and now
It has become the gray I thought was yours

If you'd just let him in, if you would just touch him
He would love, he would grow, he could rest his old soul
Maybe he's difficult but he's still beautiful
Wild at heart, troubled mind, torn apart, seeking his kind