Go up your stairs clasping those pages source of relief your only strength. Why of those shows that once burned your soul all that remains are bills on the wall.
Fortunately, there are still moments during the rehearsals in the evenings in which we can feel the warm thrill of being a group, the charachters of each of our stories... thank you my dears!!
All that remains are bills on the wall.. to remind us that once there was a moment of true hope, that once we were able to connect truly with our soul. The price that we pay just to remember, is too high. Great poem