maybe,,,in another time,you might her me.....
above the din of crowd's approval,the tiny song beneath the roar....
perhaps in some other placa,you may see me...out there beyond the glaringfootlights
shining bright and true,,,
her iam...just me,,,my self....
nothing to hide no games to play
perhaps if i knew the rules..
the dance..the scripit...
someday,in a warmer space..
you will fell me
as others clamour to touch your robe
i'll bee in the wings...


waiting,,,,