To the Stage

It's that aching feeling That rush That spark in your pupils. As you look up, you see that man. He's commanding every soul in the room. How though? How can it be. "If you're a part of this family," he says, "Get down on one knee." Everyone in the room obeys Like a curious little child. As the crowd is at half it's height, They answer with but a smile. They wait for what they know is coming, That high, that drop, that one single note, When all of us lift up from the earth From the mountains of lyrics they wrote. I looked above, up at the lights, They were bright and glowing And even in the smoke and filth My love for the stage was growing. It climbed through my body From my head down to my toes And when our eyes were big black circles That’s when everybody knows. I see a fantastic organism On the center of the midnight ground It’s my brothers and sisters and lovers, Moving to the haven’s sound. Ringing love is that sound you hear Wherever you go, through the hours Hate is but a word, the ancient one, And from the accepted ones it cowers. The outside world does not understand Why humans flock to the stage They don’t understand our dress or our music Or why we call it rage. Your rage turns into love, It becomes the positive way To let out all the demons That suppress you in your cage The cage that the outside creates, It’s suffocating and dark, It’s one dimensional and jaded, And the solitude leaves its mark. But there are a few who break out of the cage That are sick of the gray monotone And once they flock to the stage They’ll never be alone. Our hands are raised, We sing as one, And no one can take this from us, Not even the rising sun.