Young Writers Society

I’ve grown a long ways away

I’ve turned to ash a lot of memories

I’ve watched a lot of clowns come and go

I’ve felt tears rain down my face like black snow

But I know I’ll be alright, yeah, I know I’ll be alright . . .

Because I have someone I love here with me tonight

~

This Circus Freak has finally found her home,

And she’s welcome backed her Circus Rose

She’s played the Circus Marionette show,

And felt Circus Petals fall with rainbows,

She’s written down her Circus Story

Told the tale of the Circus Jester in all her glory

She dug back up her Circus Dream

And hung her picture on the Circus Wall of memories,

She sits by the fire with her Circus Animal,

And she's refilled her Circus Grave, no need to fall

But don’t get me wrong, she ain’t a Circus Doll

~

Ain’t it breath taking to watch the days go by?

More so with a gental song watching butterflies

Watching puffy white clouds up in the sky

Something so gentle, so warm here tonight

I can’t believe there was a time I’d not go down without a fight

It doesn’t matter, the chapter is done in my book, and I’m feeling alright

~

This Circus Freak has finally found her home,

And she’s welcome backed her Circus Rose

She’s played the Circus Marionette show,

And felt Circus Petals fall with rainbows,

She’s written down her Circus Story

Told the tale of the Circus Jester in all her glory

She dug back up her Circus Dream

And hung her picture on the Circus Wall of memories,

She sits by the fire with her Circus Animal,

And she's refilled her Circus Grave, no need to fall

But don’t get me wrong, she ain’t a Circus Doll

~

There ain’t no need for any last words here

No need to fill in an end to the song

I should have quit chasing someone insignifagant

I should have known there were better people all along

I ain’t retiring from the wild days I had

But a little ‘lax time doesn’t sound so bad.

~

This Circus Freak has finally found her home,

And she’s welcome backed her Circus Rose

She’s played the Circus Marionette show,

And felt Circus Petals fall with rainbows,

She’s written down her Circus Story

Told the tale of the Circus Jester in all her glory

She dug back up her Circus Dream

And hung her picture on the Circus Wall of memories,

She sits by the fire with her Circus Animal,

And she's refilled her Circus Grave, no need to fall

But don’t get me wrong, she ain’t a Circus Doll

~

To all YWS readers… Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m not leaving, and There will be more circus song lyrics after summer break. Check my portfolio thingy. It’ll say Showtime and Showtime 2. There will be a whole ‘nother set in Showtime 2. But I am changing schools next year, so if I don’t come back, the website is blocked. At least I made an impression here . . . Right? Alright, chop chop, move along people! Gentle song moment, OVER!