Marshall
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding from the crowd
He really wants to see her openly
But his presence is too loud
She’s been waiting for her moment
It seems it’s finally here
She scans the crowd discreetly
And lets loose one more tear
He promised he would be here
But then again what’s new
The late night conversation
Full of empty promise and blues
From behind the curtains
He sees the lonely tear
He wishes he could catch it
All he wants it to be near
But the public is between them
And they would never understand
That these are the moments
He should be holding her hand
It might just be homecoming
That he stands under the seats
But these are the little moments
That make her life complete
He starts to get angry
With himself, with the crowd
His depression starts to cover him
Looming like a cloud
He wants to give up hiding
And be the man she wants
To shout “I’m always here for you”
But the words all sound too blunt
This isn’t how it should happen
They think in concurrently
She’s his special princess
Shining, sparkly
It’s not fair to her to be here
But there’s no other way to be
They both fight to believe it
In sad concurrency