A singular moment
Alone on the stage
A dejected voice
With hints of rage
That boils underneath
And silently grows
But with a smile
Continues the shows
It's all pretend
A never-ending road
Continue to walk
Carrying the load
Left with no choice
Even though you dream
And follow with footsteps
Past the flowing stream
Of what could've been
And should've been
And never again
Ever will be
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