When the show is over, will there be no encore?
I've watched the lonely hands of time,
call all those who had adored
the things that bury restless wild
My mind which strays to a perfect place,
tells me things I want to see,
throughout the pages of my humble ways
I poured my soul and heart to be
for my family and the very best,
who stood by my side as we held together,
the one who held that torch which lit
our way to guide our lives forever
When the show is over, and the cheers echo,
fade away with better days
I'll always remember the surge of flow,
and energy we made up on that stage
call all those who had adored
the things that bury restless wild
My mind which strays to a perfect place,
tells me things I want to see,
throughout the pages of my humble ways
I poured my soul and heart to be
for my family and the very best,
who stood by my side as we held together,
the one who held that torch which lit
our way to guide our lives forever
When the show is over, and the cheers echo,
fade away with better days
I'll always remember the surge of flow,
and energy we made up on that stage
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