If I were in a Movie

If I were in a movie

I’d be standing backlight in the rubble of a destroyed city.

Arms out wide

Or maybe,

Maybe hands on hips.

Yeah, hands on hips.

I’d stand there with tubas and baritones blaring behind me.

The conqueror of the unconquerable.

I’d smile as the sky slowly shifted from grey

To a slightly lighter shade of grey.

(Cause it’d be in black and white)

Maybe a single tear rolling down my cheek

Tracing out an outline in the dust.

Or maybe a single colored flower blooming out of the rubble.

Something to say I made it.

Because I’ve been living life in black and white too long.

Prayed for rain all to much.

Yeah,

If I were in a movie

This would be the moment where I stood tall

And everything fell back into place.