Lights, camera, action
my part in your play is only a fraction
All too often I forget my line
But from the side, you tell me "you're doing fine"
Beginning, middle, end
through it all you're my support and friend
Before each scene I'm filled with fright
You smile and tell me, "you'll be alright"
Curtain call, take a bow
I made it through, but I don't know how
Then a look of understanding fills my face
I step back and beckon for you to take my place
Clap, clap, clap
My name suddenly drops off the map
The Creator and Director of the show
is the only one anyone really should know
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