Magical Spaces

In a worn-out tent, memories dwell, 'Bout a circus artist, a story I will tell. He stands below the colored lights, Nostalgic soul, yearning for long gone heights A painted smile, a tear in his eye, He walks the tightrope of a tragic life. The laughter fades, and the show moves on, But the old man clings to memories staying strong. Oh, the nights when the crowds would cheer, His magic feats, oh, they brought them to tears. But time moves forward, he knows And now he's just a shadow, a shadow that shows, The spotlight upon his weathered face Still dreaming to reclaim that magical space. Through that painted smile, his spirit lives, He'll dance with shadows, feel the warmth it gives With every move, he'll feel the breeze, "Oh, take me back, so my soul can be free." Oh, the nights when the crowds would cheer, His magic feats, oh, they brought them to tears. But time moves forward, he knows And now he's just a shadow, a shadow that shows, The spotlight upon his weathered face Still dreaming to reclaim that magical space. The curtain falls on the final act, A comfort in the echoes, fading in the cracks. The old, worn top hat on his head He clings to his cane, as his feet slowly tread Oh, the nights when the crowds would cheer, His magic feats, oh, they brought them to tears. But time moves forward, he knows And now he's just a shadow, a shadow that shows, The spotlight upon his weathered face Still dreaming to reclaim that magical space.