What This Is
I'm Part of a Backdrop
Faded and used;
I phase here and there,
Torn and Abused.
I don't move my Lips,
Timid or shy.
I can't find my Voice,
But I don't know why.
Part of a Puzzle, part of a Crime
I am the Riddle, hidden in your Mind.
Part of a Chord, part of a Song,
I am the Rhythm, pounding along.
Part of a Story I once thought I knew,
We are the weary, the scattered, the few
~This is The Stage~
Here in the Spotlight,
Brilliant and Bright,
I reach your Ears,
Hollow but right.
This is my voice,
Rare and Cold.
Listen while I'm Here,
Loud and Bold.
Part of a Trial, part of the Grind,
I am the Answer, hidden in your Mind.
Part of a Minute, Time we belong,
I am the Second, pounding along.
Part of the Lyrics I once thought I knew.
I am here Weary, battered. I'm through.
~This is My Song~
And I run...
Far beyond your Sights,
And I bleed...
Beautiful and Slight.
Beautiful and Bright.