My halo falls, and crashes down,
so am i now, a foolish clown?
The wings i used, are broken too
but now i have a clearer view.
I leave the one, that wears a crown.
..of course its said, “he’s broken down”
but swim i shall, or sink and drown.
If this my fate; then this i’ll do.
. . . .my halo falls
Alone i’ll walk, this ghostly town
without a white-laced, feathered gown.
The lies will wane, and truths will brew
and i will blend, in life that’s true.
I’ll leave behind the foolish clown
