Spotlight

Spontaniously thrust into the spotlight, Cautiously catering to your delight, Who's turn to keep me warm tonight...? Finger pointing whispers surrounded the room, Far fetched gossip I soon will consume... Insults directed at me or at least I presume You held my hand and led me through, Kept me sheltered from the critical review I escaped inside my endless thoughts of you It's not my name in lights I desire, or to be a lead singer of an orchastrated choir It was you I wanted all along, Would you like to dance, they're playing our song....