When the Curtain Falls

My life is  a drama, I am the actress in the long red dress,
Only the dress is ragged and torn, from a journey of horrid stress,
I give my best performance with crumpled script in hand,
I play the role of a scowling soul that fights through barren land.

An act of hope and endless love in scenes of toil and labor,
That I’ll soon meet with waiting arms, my knight with sword and saber
Then pausing for a curtain call, I study the scenes to come,
For the part I play is a wilderness that lacks the feel of home.

In a wardrobe change of tattered rags, unlike the latest fashion,
I dramatize with wistful eyes of a woman full of passion.
This masquerade of dramatic plays, will taunt the waiting soul,
Enthralled and intent with hopefulness for changes brave and bold.

And once again in an elegant flair, I say in a soft broken voice,
That upon the valleys and mountains of life, we often have a choice.
To live a beautiful story of hope, not surrounded by crumbling walls,
For if we dare give up on our journey, it is when the curtain falls.