The Colorful Shadow
(Verse 1)
The oversized shoes slap against the asphalt,
A colorful splash in the gray, the makeup white and cold.
He juggles three balls at the traffic light intersection there,
People smile fleetingly, then hurry away.
They only see the wig, the garish, fake hair,
But what he really does, no one ever understands.
He is the comic figure everyone prefers to overlook,
As he walks silently blessing through the cold streets.
(Chorus)
You see the clown, but you don't recognize him,
Behind the smile he hides his true face.
He leaves traces where hope has already frozen,
A magician who silently corrects fate.
He gives what he never had, he heals what he never was,
Clear to the eye – and yet invisible.
(Verse 2)
He stumbles over stones, curtsies deeply,
And slips gold into the old woman's knitting as he walks.
Into the lost man's cup falls a bill, without a sound,
While the clown toots loudly, with a comical song.
No one asks where he comes from, why he shares treasures,
They think that luck just happens to linger.
He lets the wealth flow, like confetti in the wind,
But who guided his hand, neither man nor child knows.
(Verse 3)
A lonely child cries behind glass in a house,
He makes an animal out of balloons and looks like a fool.
But in the knot of the balloon is a letter of hope,
And the father won't need the rent for the month tomorrow.
He has his pockets full of money he doesn't need for himself,
His own life is like a candle that goes out.
He builds bridges of joy over chasms of need,
And shares his very last loaf of bread in his colorful costume.
(Outro)
The applause is only for the show, for the stumble in the dirt,
But when they turn around, he's already gone.
Only a glittering piece of gold remains in the dim streetlight,
A greeting from a clown... whom you see, but don't know.
