A tragic but true metaphor of old age..
|I've played my part,
My ballads are sung..
So loud was the applause,
It's echo, around the curtains hung..
My audience left long ago,
The other actors have moved on.
The spotlights have been dimmed for me,
The same, under which, once I shone.
I am done..I am done..
I just want to rest awhile.
My love awaits me in sunny heavens,
I need to walk many a mile.
Turn off the lights, oh please do so,
Turn down the music that I loved too;
The empty stage, the barren chairs,
Now need someone fresh and new.
I want this to end, but know not how,
How does Life turn in its crown?
I just ask you to let me go..
I just need you to bring the curtain down.