His hair is set so every strand
Is perfectly in place.
His costume and his make up
Fix a smile upon his face.
He plays the handsome hero
In the spotlight on the stage
For that's the way the story goes,
He always saves the day.

Applause resounds like thunder
As the crimson curtain falls.
It never stops till he returns
For seven curtain calls.
He's sure to win the Tony
Say the signs and the marquee.
With confidence He calls himself
Sir Tony Nominee.

He lives his life in costume
As he strolls along the streets.
He speaks his hero's manuscript
To everyone he meets.
His longing for applause has caused
His true self to subside.
Now no one can recall the man
Sir Tony tries to hide.

He thinks if he's the hero
That his fans have so admired,
Then he'll receive the love they give
Sir Tony so desired.
And then a friend came up to him
And said, "I have to ask,
Oh, when will be the day
That you remove that foolish mask?

"Do you misunderstand you're not
The man we want to see?
You don't have to be the hero
You pretend to always be.
The only way the face you bear
Will be completely free
Is when you face the truth, my friend,
Sir Tony Nominee."

One night the time had fin'ly come
Our hero feared the most.
For after his finale
Tony's play was going to close.
So what will he become
Without his costume when he quits?
Without his makeup, perfect hair,
And hero's manuscript?

The room was full, the lights were dimmed,
The curtain slowly rose,
But gone were all the sets and props
When time to start the show.
An actor never seen before
Then crept across the stage.
The ordinary clothes he wore
Displayed a man of age.

He stopped and turned toward the crowd
Then fell upon his knees.
With tears of shame the man proclaimed,
"I'm Tony Nominee!"
A hush consumed massive room
As Tony shook with fear,
Then he could not believe the sound
That fell upon his ear.

Like raindrops on a city street
A clicking sound would grow
As cameras flashed like lightning
Till the room began to glow.
Then louder than the thunder,
Like the very voice of God,
The room began to rumble
From the crowd's intense applause.

Then Tony learned the words
His trusted friend had said were true.
The only part you need to play
To face the world is you.
Whoever says to fit the mold
They preconceive of men,
Oh, listen not to selfish thoughts
That you receive from them!

We all pursue perfection
In this journey known as life,
But even when we change ourselves
We're seldom satisfied.
That's why there is such beauty
In a baby at its birth.
For therein lies the hope
Of God’s perfection here on earth.

Reality then hits them
Like they're slammed against a wall.
They find there's no perfection
In the mirror after all.
For each of us will find some faults
As our reflection leers,
That cause us to be diff'rent
From the looks of all our peers.

So never try to measure
What you are by what you see,
For looks can be deceiving
As with Tony Nominee.
The greatest way upon the earth
For you to make your mark
Is find the Truth within yourself
Accepting who you are.

The beauty of a person's life
Comes not from what you see.
Your hair and face and body shape
Can never perfect be.
The love you hold within your soul
Is where your beauty starts.
While man looks on the outer shell,
Our God looks in your heart.