We live thru drab, prosaic days
That slowly come and go;
We tread a thousand weary ways,
And heavy burdens know;
We toil in patience thru the years,
Alike in sun and shower,
Paying the price of blood and tears
For one climactic hour.
We tread the boards thru action long,
Face conflict grim and hard,
To gain one triumph over wrong,
One moment of reward.
We move upon the mighty screen
From dawn to set of sun
To make one little perfect scene
Before our part is done.