Darkness invades the soul, while
Ice courses through the veins.
A heart can only play so many roles
Before the curtain falls and fatigue settles.
Weariness overwhelms me from the act,
Yet I still travel the lonely path to your arms.
Pretense makes me weak
And my shields waver.
The spotlight of your eyes shines on me
And I know you can feel my hesitation, yet
The curtain rises and I stand on my mark to
Perform one more scene
in this lonely play of devotion.
My skills are great, as you never suspect
That the act has even begun.
Ice courses through the veins.
A heart can only play so many roles
Before the curtain falls and fatigue settles.
Weariness overwhelms me from the act,
Yet I still travel the lonely path to your arms.
Pretense makes me weak
And my shields waver.
The spotlight of your eyes shines on me
And I know you can feel my hesitation, yet
The curtain rises and I stand on my mark to
Perform one more scene
in this lonely play of devotion.
My skills are great, as you never suspect
That the act has even begun.
Copyright © 2000 - Heather Cacciatori
