The melody plays
a symphony of my past.
The bridge is low, slow and sad,
brings tears to my eyes.
The chorus of mistakes and betrayal repeats.
I am the conductor
the conclusion lies in my hands.
The melody builds as I follow the path
I must come to terms with the ugly truths.
Mistakes are made,
recovered by the strong beat.
The melody fades away
supported by my audience, an encore begins.
This time I am fearless,
I try something new
composing as I go,
trusting my instincts,
believing in the music.