(Preface... written because some I very much love/loved, for who knows what reason, thought the show couldn't go on... and others, in their agonizing loss, must go on.. )
Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score..
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
There are seemingly a lot of us, occasionally lost out here. Situations, alone, usedta be, lost him/her/child/parent/sibling, some even still presently coupled (yet lost.)
Another hero - another mindless crime.
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
Hold the line!
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on!Yeah!
Inside my heart is breaking,
My make-up may be flaking,
But my smile, still, stays on!
And it should. When the heart breaks inside (ugly happens), the outside fortunately helps. Friends. Family. Kids. Grandkids. Coworkers. Neighbors. Funny things said, good/wonderful things seen.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance.
Another heartache - another failed romance.
On and on...
Does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess i'm learning
I must be warmer now..
I'll soon be turning, round the corner now.
Outside the dawn is breaking,
But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free!
I've been down, sure, but never EVER 'that' down. There's too much good here to enjoy life. Smiles make me smile. Laughter makes me feel good. Going to work, seeing the same faces, never gets mundane - they're appreciated. No, life is never eva' perfect a hunnerd percent of the time... but when's the last time four good outta ten happened? (Four hits in every ten at bats)... 1941.
The Show must go on!
The Show must go on! Yeah,yeah!
Ooh! Inside my heart is breaking!
My make-up may be flaking...
But my smile, still, stays on!
Yeah! oh oh oh
Yes, you've said that... and somehow, the first time you did, we cleared the hurdle - so
if you feel you're gonna break me/us down here, huh uh, dream on. Opening my eyes/ears, allows me to see/hear, life, in spite of yuck, is pretty darn good.
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies,
Fairy tales of yesterday, will grow but never die,
I can fly, my friends!
Freddie, I enjoy your fervor, but this (flying) is pushing it. No, I can't get in and outta the car like I used to.. Yes, I have trouble keeping up with young punks when we're walking in someplace together... Yes, in the rare event I get a base hit in Sunday Night softball, we've fortunately got a conglomeration of 'sons' on our team that are all too happy to pinch run.
The Show must go on! Yeah!
The Show must go on!
I'll face it with a grin!
I'm never giving in!
On with the show!
Life's a book. Some pages, chapters, suck, but keep turning the pages into the bewilderment/wonder/awe of tomorrow.
I'll top the bill!
I'll overkill!
I have to find the will to carry on!
On with the,
On with the show!
Realization, yep.
The Show must go on.
And please don't you ever forget that. I've seen what happens, who is affected, when it's chosen to stop the show. Sometimes life really really really sucks. People (most), mindset, events, family, friends... so very many things - no matta' how tired, cranky, feeling bad, in the "give up" mode, money woes, lack of confidence/self like, etc.... The Show must go on... It's the only (right) choice...
The show has to go on.
Love, Victurd.
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