What is left to speak of When the play has been misdirected The actors seem unsure of what to do It's an unseen choreography Trying to your patience As though a hot blade on raw nerves I can see the frustration in your eyes The devastation in your voice when you speak And retire to your sanctuary Awaiting your next act Wondering how you may react Knowing your say has been denied The director has lied And you face the audience Hiding the silent tears Hoping your voice won't waver in the light of your fears Time to act... You pretend and they won't know Ever assume what you're feeling inside Knowing your say has been denied Hot lights bear down on your painstricken face Made up to look just as someone else had intended It's cruel, no one shall ever know your pain Just as no one else wanted them to But what about you? Locked away in the costume... Does your character understand And when you incarnate yourself Sacrifice your being for his benefit Is he going to say thank you Or merely take your bow? What is left of you now? Rewrite the script, my friend This is life, not for pretend Letting someone else dictate your moves Uncertain and wavering, no I don't think so You're stronger than that And you're better than that I forgot what you look like when you smile Your eyes shining not with tears But with a joy that need not be explained And your flesh glowing without the taint of pain Yes I remember well Sitting by my side, looking up to the sky Your words echoing in my head I keep them close to my heart Listen to them when we're apart You spoke of love Told me what I meant to you Determined to push through my barriers To find out what I was going through You opened up my insides And you filled me with an uncertain light That night I cried, I fell apart You picked me off the ground with fragile arms And held me close Until at last I understood all that you meant to me And all I meant to you... That was magic, my dear Drama in its heightened intensity Beautified in its reality Those days of warmth and dreams awakened I look upon them as though they were nothing but wishes I stand in the wings, watching with uncertain eyes As I cannot comprehend these twists in the plot And it feels as though there is something stifled in you That your overseer does not want to shine through It's the curtain call my friend Rewrite the script And let's do our parts again So take your bow and shake his hand It's our moment now And I want you to understand... Suddenly the choreography begins to move Soft, graceful motions that no one had construed I smile to you, and wave you on, for let's begin the dance No one had written it ever before And now it's real As though we were offered another chance... The curtain will never fall Just be that man who wants it all.
Reason for writing:
Yes this is for you guys too. :-) And the other Nick, while we're at it...I know you sometimes have a hard time and I haven't known you for as long, but here's my newly re-vowed promise that I will always do my best to be there for you.
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