Sunday, October 14, 2012

In the Wings

Little dancers in the wings and flitting 'cross the stage
A realization of having been instrumental
A moment of knowing this particular magic would not have existed without me
It made me cry
The thought, the idea, still makes me smile
For a beat I knew why
I am here.

It's not very often that we get a chance to see
That some part of the world would not exist without "me"

Little ideas in my head and flitting through a brainstorm
Being overcome by powerful emotion
A moment of connecting with a real and true part of this dreamy existence
Brought me to tears
Of joy and pain at the same time
For a moment these years
Made sense

It's not very often that we get a chance to know
That in some parts of this song there are still ways to grow






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