The web we weave

Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye

What would you do, if you've been standing in the shadows of the theatre, watching the scene unfold, knowing that your cue has come up?

What would you do if you let your fear of one bad critic stand in your way of taking that first step forward?

As it was said in the movie, it's only one critic among all.

It's a tangled web that we sometimes weave for ourselves... all because we forgot at times that hope does exist for a reason.

Slight hope
It dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption...