Spotlight;
My secret escape
Somewhere I can be someone I am-
Not
The Stage;
Somewhere I come when I am lonely
A place where harbored feelings
Can be expressed throughout a song
The Loft;
The control center, the brains of theatre
The brains of my life reside here
Someone controlling my microphone for me
Or turning it off all together
Final Stand;
The tragic end of an actress
Her spotlight turned off,
Stage taken from under her feet,
And microphone and lights slowly dimmed,
Until all that is left is a barren space
Where a once great entity stood with her chin in the air.
My secret escape
Somewhere I can be someone I am-
Not
The Stage;
Somewhere I come when I am lonely
A place where harbored feelings
Can be expressed throughout a song
The Loft;
The control center, the brains of theatre
The brains of my life reside here
Someone controlling my microphone for me
Or turning it off all together
Final Stand;
The tragic end of an actress
Her spotlight turned off,
Stage taken from under her feet,
And microphone and lights slowly dimmed,
Until all that is left is a barren space
Where a once great entity stood with her chin in the air.
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