B5/7: The Kite Lost Its Wind (Broadway). ISRC-CB-GWT-26-00276

I came to your first graduation, (M) A little gift inside my hand. (M) I saw you smiling with your parents, (M) Proud beneath the lights. (M) Then I saw him standing beside you— (F) And suddenly I understood. (F) He drove you home in his BMW, (M) While I disappeared into the crowd. (M) No “hello,” (M) No final wave, (M) No word I dared to say. (M) I held that little gift so tight (M) And quietly walked away. (M) I remember that graduation. (M) I remember asking you to stay, (M) To meet the people in my world, (M) To see the path I'd made. (M) I wanted you beside me then, (F) Perhaps I wanted more. (F) But neither one of us could know (F) What life had waiting at the door. (F) So I went back to my books, (M) To every question, every page. (M) I struggled through the endless nights, (M) I turned my doubt to rage. (M) And somewhere beyond the ocean, (M) I earned the chance to fly— (M) A doctoral road, a scholar's dream, (M) A new life in the sky. (M) I told myself, (F) “Don't look behind. (M) Don't let the past decide.” (F) I closed the door, (M) I left the kite— (M) And walked into the night. (M) And I watched you go. (M) Three years passed. (F) Three years of distance. (F) Winter rain and snow. (M) I wondered where you were. (F) I wondered if you thought of me. (M) Then came a letter... (F) A few old words...  (M) A few old words... (F) And suddenly the years were gone. (M) The hologram remained beside me, (M) A little ghost of yesterday. (M) The songs we wrote, the dreams we carried, (M) Would never quite fade away. (M) I told myself the story ended, (M/F) That we had lost our way... (M) I thought the same. (M) But some stories don't end. (F) They simply wait for another day. (F)

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