There is a light
Only a few can see
And it shines so bright
It almost seems like a fantasy

It's in the way she speaks,
How she dances in the pale moonlight;
Her dress following her every move
While your eyes lie on her waist.

It's in the way she stares
In your hazel brown orbs,
And how she twirls at your hair
As if she's got all day long.

She wanted to be your muse
She never had the chance;
She thought that by some design
The stars could possibly align.

Now the curtain rises
And the actors take a final bow
The curtain closes
Le fin for the final show.