[00:06.00]I've gone without bread, I've slept in the mud[00:12.00]I've given my best while they 've screamed for my blood[00:17.00]I've begged and I've bullied for any small chance to perform[00:25.00]At nights I've awakened, my guts in a knot[00:29.00]Remembering how much I gave up and for what[00:34.00]Some paints and some costumes are a pitiful tent in a storm[00:41.00]A handful of coins, a trunk always packed[00:46.00]No family, no home, just this madness to act[00:51.00]Still I have a theory about this disease we contract[01:01.00]That most men are equally crazy as actors in fact[01:18.00]Why does a boy carve his name on a tree?[01:24.00]Or the first-born inherit the throne?[01:29.00]What is a sculptor aspiring to be[01:34.00] When he spends half his life carving stone?[01:39.00]Kings build their tombs for the ages[01:43.00] Poets and fools fill up their pages[01:50.00] What are we hoping for? What do we fear?[01:56.00] I say we yearn to leave something that lasts[02:01.00] To be known for what little we've done[02:06.00] Men tell their children the tales of their pasts[02:10.00]And each man gives his name to his son[02:14.00] Something in song or in story[02:19.00] Something in blood, something of glory[02:25.00]Something that won't fade away in a year[02:31.00]Well, I will not flicker and die like an ember[02:36.00]Too many men flicker and die[02:40.00]I will leave something behind to remember[02:45.00] Somehow I must - don't ask me why[02:54.00] I have no wealth, at least none I can claim[03:00.00] And no patience for carving in stone[03:05.00]All that I have are my skill and my name[03:10.00] And this chance to make both of them known[03:17.00] This is my key to the portal[03:21.00] How I can leave something immortal[03:28.00] Something that time cannot make disappear[03:33.00]Something to say: I was here!