The play
Music: Aretey / Lyrics: Phil HennesyThis never-ending merry-go-round that we call life
Has endless limitations
With ever-bending rules that abound The Strife,
And senseless imitations
... It's a broken dream,
Those spoken agreements, all denied
It's part of the Story...
Token bereavements, we decide
Directing the Scene
Is some of the Show, that we create
Each section it seems that someone should know
Directing the Scene
Is some of the Show, that we create
Someone should know which speed to narrate
Etheric prefixes to all we say
Generic re-mixes, every day
Re-enacting each step of the journey
Overreacting, to all that we are learning
Directing the Scene
Is some of the Show, that we create
Each section it seems that someone should know
Directing the Scene
Is some of the Show, that we create
Someone should know which speed to narrate
Forsaken potions, numb the way
For each emotion we betray
Oh, sweet additions to our Chemistry
Delete omissions from our Destiny
Standing Tall, and feeling Proud
Pas indiscretions, screaming loud
The harness, and the reigns so tight
So harmless are the games we fight
AWAITING OUR TURN IN THE WINGS OF THE STAGE
PREPARING EACH VERSE, REHEARSING EACH PAGE
ACHIEVING ALL WITH STRONG DETERMINATION
RECEIVING ALL WITH SUCH ETERNAL PATIENCE
Ready or not, the cue is approaching
Steady or not, the Truth must be spoken
The pretence is over, we step into place
Presenting each word with such talented grace
That Wondrous feeling, that standing Ovation
The laughter, the Tears, the gratification
The curtains are closing, the scenes have all changed...
Uncertainty growing, and thoughts re-arrange...
This huge old theatre (of Life) redesigned...
The sooner, the better, we all learn our lines...