To Those Who Will Rise

Let the words come tumbling out from backstage
Unrehearsed as they may be
Metaphors awkwardly fumbling
Tripping past understanding
Let the young ones speak their minds
Crumpling scripts in defiance

Let the ones who’ve lived, be
Let them have their silence

Cause its a long way to the front row
it’s along way here
so come out, come out my dear

Nothing like this has ever been seen
Nor heard
It echoes what every man dies before
they can find the words
This scene- improv, unmasked, unveiled
speak of the ancient secrets only you know
There’s no time to whisper,
Project!

Cause its a long way to the front row
it’s along way here

so come out, come out my dear