Overture, Curtains, Lights

The secret's out, denial's done, the play's begun and everyone who's bought a ticket, now must know the sordid truth A shameful story for all to see, what once was sacred to you and me, an intermission and two acts there'll be, libretto begins upon page three In your program you will note the names of us, the ones who wrote this tragic tale, they're now on sale for two dollars til the curtain's set to rise Pull them wide now for act one, allow the patrons to enjoy the run, the playwright's dream's upon this stage where life's not fair and all's not as it seems Now at last, the curtain parts to show two sadly broken hearts, an overture of sadness starts conducted from the tear stained charts The stage is bathed in softest light a tragic yet, engaging sight the players enter from stage right, the play begins at last, tonight What once was treasured now'll be measured, we open the curtains and welcome you in, now through two lives you're free to trudge to poke and prod and jeer and judge for once the exposition's begun the secret's out , so let the fun begin The action will begin to rise a tragedy, it's no surprise that pain comes even to the wise the climax of the story's nigh the audience let's out a sigh as our two doomed lovers, love, then dies Our story's coming to a close, denouement's near and clear to those who've understood the complex plot's that sometime's pain is all we've got and the losing then, is what must be sought The lights go down, the curtain falls, no bows, no cheers, no curtain calls for now we say good night to one and all Remember this, on closing night as the cast and crew fade from your sight, this work was never done for you their story of love and broken hearts belongs in truth, to an audience of two