Leslie Low - The Circus

Who would have thought
The strength of a man could be
Tied to a rock and flung down the mountain stream?
Who would have guessed
The strength of a man could be
A chained-up mess and sunk to the bottom of the sea?
If you were me, the circus you'd be
Who would have thought
The shape of a man could be
Beggared and bought by the lure of luxury?
Who would have guessed
The shade of a man could be
So tainted by sunlight and brutal honesty?
If you were me, the circus you'd see
Who would have felled
The trees of a golden age
For fame or for wealth
For the spoils of the rich man's game?
Who would have felt
For the ones who were left behind
Who never had much of a choice by fate's own design?
If you were blind, then the circus is your kind
Who would have known
That friends from a thousand dreams
Could end up as cold icy numbers or a memory?
Who wouldn't have grown
When the strength of a man could be
Flung down a mountain stream tied to a rock or something?
If you were me, the circus you'd see
If you were me, the circus you'd be

Written by:
Leslie Low

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