Gypsy Of The Stage...

People have a voice but few have something to say,
Worthy of a microphone because they lived as a slave,
Slave to power,
Slave to greed!
Followed a righteous path but going nowhere fast,
Now my words mean something, they're like my needed medication,
Memories leave an awful taste, I have to prove my desperation,
A bitter pill to swallow in front of you all tonight,
Portraying my emotions, to the end I'll always fight,
I lived as a slave to love,
Worked on it till my heart bled,
Craved for that loving touch,
I had given up on life instead,
Some nights I can't sleep,
Empty pillow,
Feeling sorrow,
Tears flowing,
A ghost trickles down my cheek,
Hear me,
Hear me now!
I am not you,
You are not me,
We all crave something,
I travel to feel,
To hide away the hollow pain,
I'm just a gypsy of the stage,
Tonight, I echo inside these walls,
I smell,
I feel,
How I draw you in,
How I ignite the very imagination,
The magic,
The tragic,
How I picture that heartless moment,
How I listen to that painful song,
How I know what love is,
How I know when to breathe,
We smile,
We cry,
We tell people about about our life,
We fall,
We crawl,
Feathers dwindle, as I project what's mine,
And,
What's mine is mine,
I'm just a poet called Wayne,
I'm just a gypsy of the stage...