Cheers of echoes,
silhouettes of shadows,
roses after bows of
performances

Was it a world
filled with dreams?
Or is it a world
where I created one?

Faces I could remember
whether a frown or a smile
it painted the light
I wanted to achieve

I created art beyond its frame
and I was bound to a stage
where everyone was free
to create

An image of me
captured by the sheets
of music played in keys
of black and white

I danced every night
wearing the masks
of theater
I made myself fly

I earned hearts
and broken hearts
I was envy
and I was envied

A small price to pay
for the spotlight
and that's
what I thought

Little did I know
that the stage that I was on
was an island on its own
and I called on the wrong boat

I was alone and no one
to call at home
I was alone and the light
was all gone

The music's cut
empty seats one by one
the curtains closed
and that was all.



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