The Joker

In the hot summer rain a flame in your
heart releases it's love.

With pain far apart from your love.

Emotions cause quiet a commotion.

Does a feeling exist you were waiting
for.

As the rain pours down.

A gain in your heart.

The same old feeling only healing the
memory's.

Of a broken love.

The joker gave you a losers token.

You come in first with out a curse
being said.

You burst-ed out in the winners style
yelling I'm a winner!

No sinners take the prize.

In the eyes of your lover she covers
you with love.

Knowing you were a winner from the
start.

In her heart you were always number 1.

Thunder rolls across the sky as a light
rain comes down.

The joker is a clown to look in a
mirror at a painted face.

Was a disgrace no honer to the joker.