Pitter pater
Pitter patter
Rain was echoing throughout the old caravan a reminder of my depressing life
Happy birthday
He says
Stands, make a wish
He says
This face
This life
Is this all I will ever be?
A freak
No one understands me
To every on I’m just…
A freak
If I had the chances I could do so much better
But I am stuck
With this job
Like the animals
We travel with.
I blow out the candle
Gone – like my life.
Is this all I will ever be?
A freak?
But for now the show must go on.