A poetic man once said all the world's a stage

Yet I'm stuck in the prologue of my book, waiting for someone to turn the page

I stare in longing, stuck watching life from this side line

My heart beat in protest, but I'll just say I'm fine

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If all the world's a stage, where's my spotlight

Where's my script, my lines, my opening night?

What's the title of this show, tell me, what's my part?

I can't find my entrance, when do I follow my heart

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I reach for the sky but it's too far away

And it just leaves me in the dark, day after day

What id all those clouds are just everyone's awaiting dreams?

High on a mountain, each slips through my fingers, nothing is what it seems

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So how do I find it, how do I find my way from here?

I can't find my way out, so Mr. Poet man, show me where...

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If all the world's a stage, where's my spotlight

Where's my script, my lines, my opening night?

What's the title of this show, tell me what's my part?

I can't find my entrance, when do I follow my heart

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Where's my script, my lines, my opening night?

Congratulations world, you're a stage, so where's the spotlight?

All I see are clouds of grey, the sun is gone

How much longer must I wander before I find the dawn?