A Calling I think the stage is calling me back For a while I had trouble looking other people in the eyes The thought of playing a part was ridiculous Because I already was spending all my energy on acting fine I used to love reciting lines, with emotions pouring out of me I didn't care if the audience was loving it or tired of me Because I was where I belonged And now I think it's time for me to come back There's still a side of me that longs for the lights And cries for an audience without caring if the audience cares I can hear past memories calling And I think I might get back on the stage