Chase the Morning - Sarah Brightman, Alexa Vega, Nancy Long

blind mag:

shilo???

is your name shilo?

can i talk to you?

can you come down please…

so we can speak?

i saw you at the show.

i thought i’d seen a ghost.

your resemblance is striking.

you have your mother’s eyes,

her hair.

i was told you died with her.

all these years have come and gone.

how do i put this???

i’m your godmom.

shilo:

state your business.

blind mag:

business?

shilo:

what do you want?

blind mag:

i want, i want to finally meet you —

something real to cling to.

leave you with the hope that

you will go do all you’re meant to,

all i’ve failed to.

in you, is a world of promise.

we have both been kept in bondage,

but you can learn from all my failures.

shilo:

i’m not supposed to talk to strangers.

blind mag:

or let them through the gate?

shilo:

that either.

a big risk.

blind mag:

a big fence.

shilo:

a mistake.

blind mag:

a new friend.

dead marni:

chase the morning.

yield for nothing.

chase the morning.

yield for nothing.

shilo:

how’d you do that?

blind mag:

do what?

shilo:

do that.

that, that eye thing.

blind mag:

these eyes can do more than see.

shilo:

i know--i mean, i’ve seen you sing.

blind mag:

where?

shilo:

from my window.

i can see the world from there.

name the stars and constellations.

count the cars and watch the seasons.

blind mag:

i wish we could’ve watched together.

shilo:

i can’t have guests.

blind mag:

never?

shilo:

ever.

if dad found out

that i’d been let out,

or you’d been let in…

blind mag:

i should go then.

before i do, promise me you won’t--

shilo:

it’s better that you—

shilo:

don’t forget me

'best

if i resume my life inside

my bedroom.

blid mag:

don’t forget that

a shelterd rose needs a little room to bloom

outside her bedroom

dead marni:

chase the morning.

yield for nothing.

chase the morning.

yield for nothing.

blind mag:

let your life be your dream.

integrity.

honesty.

it’s too late for me.

don’t look back ‘til you’re free to chase the morning…

dead marni:

yield for nothing.

chase the morning.

yield for nothing.

yield for nothing.