PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008
The laughter that plays its part,
With the lightness that only the soul knows,
Always with art,
Drawing joy where the weight fades.
May it never tire,
Of wearing the clown's face,
Even when life, in its art,
Weighs the heart like lead in space.
Laughter is the mask that eases,
The pain that hides behind the face,
And in the simplicity of its melody,
Transforms sadness into a brief disguise.
May laughter be constant,
A faithful companion, without hesitation,
And may, on the vibrant stage of life,
The clown always be the expression.