The Juggler

♪ Joined the circus at seventeen
For many years, lived his dream
But on the outside where time passes by
The circus performer is still a child
« look at me now, using torches of fire
Look ! higher than anyone else
I am the great juggler ! »
But in the end
When the circus days are gone
Who would dare to depend
On some great juggler ?


Cirus performes will be turned down
Juggler or not, still a clown
Small is his crowd
Compared to the outside world
Feelings of being left out of it
Always grow


« look at me know »… ♫