We live our days with make-up on our faces
Making sure that we're facing the lights
Making sure that it hits our good side
We live our days weary of the curtains falling
Or the Director changing His mind
and decided to cancel the whole show.
we live our days minding the lines coming out from our lips
the silent hoping and prayer escaping from our hearts,
the longing for our dreams to be carried by the wind;
materializing in the future
we move from one scene to another, with weight on our shoulders
while our head tilted high
looking onward to a bright skyline
we hunger for the glory!
the adventure.
the mystery.
the thrill.
the clamor.
the power.
LIFE.
we yearn for the lights!
seeking the audience for attention,
the nurture of success,
the hearth of riches,
the plethora of masks,
it is the grandeur that prickles the tips of our
deprived ego.
we yearn for the rebirth of the fire in us;
long extinguished by the blandness of existence
the search for the fuel to power our machines
it is this yearning that propel us forward
the same yearning we'll take to the grave.
while we still have time,
let the lights be our shadow
let our lines come through like water from a brook
shine like the sun and don't be afraid to burn
and hope that the Director have much
plan for us.
