It was on this day that the dream did die
And five years of hard work came to an end
I have now stepped off-stage and said goodbye
My future is now in my hands to bend
But, with this goodbye, should I give a toss?
They won’t notice my leaving. They don’t care
Constantly I found myself at a loss
The house wasn’t a home at all, back there
But in spite of it all, it did change me
I went in a child and came out a man
I saw things when before I couldn’t see
I won respect and friends - whom by me stand
The show has moved on - this time without me
And I have nothing - but the memory
16th February 2003
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