GoodBye Clown

I look outside the window
Rain pouring down
I think about the widow
Of some poor clown

She sits alone
No one there
Waiting for a man
Who was never really there

Bruises on her face
Broken wrist in cast
Husband in the ground
I knew hed never last

Beaten by a man
Who wasnt ever there
Now hes dead and gone
She doesnt need to fear.