I Was Here lyrics - Brian Stokes Mitchell |
Lynn Ahrens & Stephen Flaherty "Nice Fighting You" album 2014 Brian Stokes Mitchell - I Was Here Lyrics
(Song from The Glorious Ones musical)
I've gone without bread I've slept in the mud I've given my best While they screamed for my blood I've begged and I've bullied For any small chance to perform
And nights I've awakened My guts in a knot Remembering how much I gave up And for what? Some paints and some costumes A pitiful tent in a storm
A handful of coins A trunk always packed No family, no home Just this madness to act
Still I have a theory About this disease we contract... That most men are equally crazy As actors, in fact
Why does a boy carve his name on a tree Or the first born inherit the throne? What is a sculptor aspiring to be When he spends half his life carving stone?
Kings built their tombs for the ages Poets and fools fill up their pages What are we hoping for? What do we fear?
I say we yearn to leave something that lasts To be known for what little we've done Men tell their children the tales of their past And each man gives his name to his son
Something in song or in story Something in blood, something of glory Something that won't fade away in a year
Well, I will not flicker, I like an ember Do many man flicker and die? I will something behind to remember Somehow I must, don't ask me why
I have no sons, at least none I can claim And no patience for carving in stone All that I have are my skill and my name And this chance to make both of them known
This is my key to the portal How I can leave something immortal Something that time cannot make disappear Something to say 'I was here
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