so tell me true,
How does it feel, to know
you hold the key to someone else’s lock
You’re the stage manager
of his complicated show
to know he can’t make decisions
in which you are in no way involved
that without your guiding lifelight
none of his mysteries would be solved
That in the short time you’ve been around
You’ve kept his ship from running aground
It has to be a satisfying sensation
to know you’ve returned a decades-dead smile
to a sheen, a luster displayed on his face
that people he’s known all of his life
wonder about it’s history, one they need to trace
it has to feel so good
to realize a soul hundreds of miles away
owes his life to you
forever, and not just this day
Tell me it feels good to have the knowledge you carry
Of this man, and the pain he’s decided to bury….