One Last Performance

The applauses shower, they hold all the power I break out a bow for my finest hour Bravo, Encore, I exit stage door My feet, they don't seem to touch the floor One last glance, a last performance How many more hours do I keep up this stance This farce, this pretence, this fake eloquence Hitch up my pride to clear every fence I'm running, can't stop til I reach the top And throw down this shield utilised as a prop To hold up, support every act I was taught While captive, imprisoned inside your solid fort 25th August 2011