Final Bow

Step up to speak
So your voice can be heard
See the many people
Who want to hear yours words

Step up and play
The scharade they've come to see
You are their jester
Now entertain them for their relief

Step up and dance
For everyone loves a ball
Make your moves carefully
Make sure you do not fall

Step up and cry
For those who feel down and gloom
No happiness can exist
Not even a flower may bloom

Step up and sit down
Yes, play the game that they control
You give only what they want
Then go back to your hole
But before you leave
You hear the chanting crowd
They've enjoyed the performance
Now take your bow

They do not know your name
Nor about your thoughts and cares
They only see their entertainment
Coming out through your nightmares

This is your hell
At least you think it true
They are only your fans
Who do not care about you

Then the stage light dies
And you are alone
The crowd who just loved you
Has gone to their homes

The darkness is quiet
And pure, oh so dim
Goodnight my stage masters
I shall see you again

But just this one time
Before I retire inside
I'll bow again for no one
As I begin to cry
My fans are gone
And no one is here
These still quiet seats
They do not cheer
Where are my friends
They left me alone now
The show is over
This was my final bow