In the curtain's shadows, I slowly breathe in.
Eyes closed, mind awake, I bring to life
A character who's pain is familiar to mine.
She begs me to bring her story to life,
For she has not the means to bring it to light.
Within the pages, she lives in joy and pain,
And on the stage I show the world
How she lived, she loved, and she died in vain.
After I live her life a hundred times, I must live to let her go.
Her story, again in the written pages of the world,
Yet resounding in the blood of every man, woman and child,
Her story forever beating in each one of their hearts.