Behind the curtains,
One practices ones lines,
For entering the stage of the day,
All ways on time,
Under the rays,
In the spot light one bathed,
But behind the smile,
A heart is breaking,
Of an immortal soul,
With open scars,
That don't seam to heal,
Forever weeping,
As a jester,
One plays one part,
As the matinee of the day ends,
One takes a bow,
As the curtains draw,
One prepares,
Prepares for tomorrow,
With an open heart........