child's play

I didn’t want tears Don't want them, please Don't burn the path So, pay attention to this circus It burned on the path A salty water fell from this river Spilled right where you wanted And then, drained all the life That could have existed in this circus We may believe that everything came from the sky We may then burn this criminal Who once walked through the gaps of this life Can a tear erase What once existed, or will it just end? With everything that came from the circus Under a waning moon