Posted by azngeek at March 10th, 2007

The black, it fades,
The cheap coloured lights,
They burn asunder,
On my stage,
I stand.

Looking for my song,
to redeem this empty life,
looking for my glory,
looking for one blaze.
Of glory.
In one song.

Time.
It runs.
One chance?
Glory?
One song?
I search.
I write.
I sing.

The black. It darkens.
The cheap coloured lights,
it fades,
they dim,
On my stage,
I stand.