He is the jester.
No tears for him,
Brilliant smiles on his face.
No one laughes like the jester,
No one knows the jester.
A painted face of comedy,
A laughing clown,
No one knows the jester.
Under the smiles,
He wears a tragic mask.
Looks below his painted features,
Past the laughing eyes,
Into fears and pain,
Into the Jester.
Every day, he looks into the mirror,
His reflection never smiles.
No one knows the jester.
A sad harlequin is his shadow,
A smile his mask.
No one knows the jester.