Directors Notes

Perfection is a point of view

I've tried to read your mind

But nothing that I do

Seems to make you kind

The stage was set

The watching audience waiting

I stood there shaking

I said my lines even got some right

But I could see you watching

Busily scribbling what we should have done.

Maybe praise would lift me

I need to feel the love

To perform as though you trusted

Not endless notes to remember

Just a little love

Why can't you cradle my tender soul

Make it soar and sing

Not another 'just one thing...

You wanted perfection

Something I could not bring