my world is turning grey my life is slipping away the man who was the circus is weak close his eyes let him sleep we watch the simple fool turn his cheek why does the strong man mock the joy of the weak the man who was the circus is murmuring and while he sleeps he can t help remembering and all the clowns gather round wiping off their smiles as the tears drip down the man who was the circus is gone still the show must go on