The light fades up in a brand new heart.
First page of a manuscript.
Not complete but full of life.
A life that struggles on.

Seems like the drama never ends.
And there are still words untold.
The easy parts seems so far away.
So far away.

My own play, my own play.
The show has reached the end.
The curtains closing down.

Still alone on this stage.
I've played my tragic parts.
Now I'm just waiting for the end.
The end that takes me away.

Looks like the last page is reached.
And the lights is fading out.
But the show must keep on going.
And the show goes on.

My own play, my own ply.
The show has reached the end.
The curtains closing down.