Trapeze man

When the bright lights go down,
A hush falls over the big top,
I go to the trailer alone,
to think and to be me.

In the limelight, I am
The Great Zargo,
of the flying trapeze.
Here I am just me.
on bended knee.

I know you are there,
I know you do care.
I really need a freind,
someone to talk to.

Someone to share my sorrow,
Someone to share the things of the heart.
Someone to come alongside,
that would be a start.

Then a knock on my door,
Who is it, I implore.
The answer I hear,
I am answer to prayer.

A man walks in,
Has a large grin.
How do you do,
I am a friend for you.

I get his name,
A midget is he,