If life's a stage
Let us find a graceful
Exit
Let us not
Bore the occasional spectators with
An endless tragic soliloquy
Only we
Can stand
Upright
Only we
Can walk
Away
Let us not care
If they applaud or if they boo
If they throw roses or wretched remarks
Far from the glittery gold of false compliments
Away from glamour and frozen smiles
We will remove our masks
Once and for all
The door marked
"Sortie des Artistes"
Will slam shut
(We've tossed the key)
Then and only then
Can we weep and believe
Alone we stood
Alone we walked
Away
At last
We are free
Copyright 2011 Alain Millon
