The stories that you tell
Some big and others small
Some serious, some funny
Tales, one and all
You tell them in times good
And in others times quite not
Seeking a reaction
Of which you get quite lot
But underneath, I remember
The person that you are
And so I look at you
Hoping another life, you won’t mar
You look my way, eyes wide
For you know what I know
Almost begging for my silence
As you finish another show
