On a stage of glorious gold I bowed
As I gaze out over the crowd,
I see few that really know me;
For the rest, it's lies they see.
I stop and wish with all my soul
The curtains would close not just a lull,
Alas, it is a no the fates do say.
Not an ending to this, my play.
I pray I do not move fates hand
Bringing an end to notes of the band.
But oh the peace of silence once the crowd dies down
And the curtain drops, the sounds it drowns.
It's all a dream, it's all a play,
Wait, no, it's not merely this they say.
But oh I wish that this were true
I'd take a bow, not end on cue.
