requiem for a death

I have been left, I have been drained,
My voice is gone, the piano's aged
I've seen the looks, I've seen it all
I've spent my heat, I've turned to ice -
Lived a thousand bitter lives
And heard a thousand distraught cries
Why should I care to hear another
Tainted melody?

And yet your voice is calling,
Calling me to play again
And cast my shadow in the
Spotlight that you offer me.
And if my voice should break;
Will it have just been
Your mistake?
Or will you hold me
While I croak and turn
Into a frog - into me..

My set is broken, my curtain's drawn,
I've lost the script; the costume's gone -
I've seen too much, I've seen too little
I've been too late and missed the show
Played tragedy that never ends and
Seen those lives that never mend
Why should I care to hear another
Weary set of lines?

And yet your voice is calling,
Calling me to play again
And cast my shadow in the
Spotlight that you offer me.
And if my voice should break;
Will it have just been
Your mistake?
Or will you hold me
While I croak and turn
Into a frog - into me..

I don't know if I can unpeel
This old thick skin I found
In all this sound.
I should never have shown myself
Nor put it on display.
And yet without this stage, without the songs,
Without those days I
Never would have found you -
Never would have heard you crying out for me.

And so your voice is calling,
Calling me to play again
And cast my shadow in the
Spotlight that you offer me.
And if my voice should break;
Will it have just been
Your mistake?
Or will you hold me
While I croak and turn
Into a frog - into me.