sHANKs

I was meant for the stage
I was meant for the curtain
I was meant to tread these boards
Of this much I am certain.
I was meant for the crowd
I was meant for the shouting
I was meant to raise these hands
With quiet all about me.
Mother, please be proud
Father, be forgiving
Even though you told me
'Son, you'll never make a living.'
From the floorboards to the flys
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage.
The heavens at my birth
Intended me for stardom
Rays of light shone down on me
And all my sins were pardoned.
I was meant for applause
I was meant for derision
Nothing short of fate itself
Has affected my decision.
And from the floorboards to the flys
Here I was fated to reside
And as I take my final bow
Was there ever any doubt?
And as the spotlights fade away
And you're escorted through the foyer
You will resume your callow ways
But I was meant for the stage.