When the light shines on the stage, we can finally see the show.
In the shadow before that curtain came up, we just didn’t know.
That there in the center,
with his armor and his brawn,
Is the son with no father. The family with no home.
A child going hungry.
Sat upon a throne.
We gasp when those lights go down. We fear what we now see,
The circus show is going and we’re glued to our seats.
Watch as the acrobats do walk, straight lines or consequence,
Hear the tigers as they growl and prowl along that iron fence.
Gawk at the figures swaying, clad for your eyes to see,
Cry at the knight there waiting, for the world to finally free
The chains from his neck, the binds from his feet.