Naked in the Rain

The clown sat speechless, looking in his mirror

Unable to remember how to paint his face

Staring at the image, slowly getting clearer

Wondering if his fear or his heart would win the race

When it dawns on you

What it takes from you

Living under clouds of pain

There's a storm in you

You don't know what to do

Just when you think you're going insane

You lie naked in the rain again

Fluttering pages of faces

No two alike

Choice is your soul's moment

For its light to strike