Stage

Hanging by a thread

Can’t anymore feel my head

When the world becomes a stage

I’ll stay in the back row seats

And watch you act your part

Wear your mask with all your heart

It’s what they need to see

Play your role with studied art

And I’ll teach my heart not to break.

Until the curtains fall

And you throw away that mask you wear onstage.

I’ll wait for you here in my little nook

While I get on with my life

The way I know I should

Until the curtains fall

I’ll stay in the back row seats

And watch you act your part

So that when you take a bow

And look out to that crowd

You’ll know I’m there

Hanging by a thread indeed

Woven gold by Sisters three

Waiting patient

Waiting kind

Waiting

for the final curtain call

I’ll be the first to throw you flowers.