They call him "Weirdo Willy"
They call him "Wacko Jacko"

People said they could never do
The things of which they dreamed
Gifted geniuses each in their own rights
They did the impossible anyway

Are they beings from another world?
Certainly they possess powers not of this one

Childhood abandoned them on a dark shore
So they swum by imagination's moonlight
Sunlight's fire burns the delicate
As it burns the wings of angels

A burst of color and sugar
A dancing swirl of glitter

Their gifts won them luxury
Luxury won them enemies
In the guise of friends
The men cover their faces
And hide inside their minds

There in the circus paradises
Only knives of thought follow

The loneliness finds them still
Broken souls patched with art
Innocence deep-frozen inside pain
Pain lifted by a laugh, a single believer
A child, a reminder…

Of the one that lives inside us all.