Act Five

Epilogues

Lady and Lord Capulet
The sun shone like nothing was wrong,
but the birds sang a fall apart song.
And only the lady knew what was wrong
the day what was left fell apart.

"Where have you been wife,
we've looked all around.
we have got company
but you're not around."

"Husband dear won't you just leave me be?
Five trips around the sun since she's spoken to me
I know I may cry for a soul that's long gone,
but why can't you see why I try to hold on."

"You're missing my party now come back inside,
use the hem of your shirt to dry your damp eyes.
It is a wife's job to stand by my side
and if you don't do so we may say goodbye."

The lady tried desperately to keep in her tears,
for this man, she'd loved him for more than score years.
but she gritted her teeth and looked in his eyes,
saying, "who is this man for whom I can't cry?"

Her husband just smiled "he is my best friend!
his wife passed away when our daughter met end.
You've met him before, of that I am sure,
because his kin was the one your child fell for."

The lady smiled softly as the lord broke her heart,
for he knew not what had torn the girl apart.
He knew not who cried when it all came to shame,
and he knew not how his best friend was to blame.

She told him her fears and all the regrets,
and he took them and hid them away in his chest.
"My best friend and I lost somebody we loved
someone who loved us like nobody does."

The man turned away, his wife simply wept
for they both knew that they had nothing left
he had his drinking, his best friend, his mind,
she had her heart and no place to cry.

The wind blew strong in Verona that day,
the birds had stopped chirping, the sun hid away
and everyone knew, deep in their hearts,
that this was the day what was left fell apart.


Rosaline
A quiet day at the nunnery,
till sister Lilly let out a scream.
She covered her eyes, wishing it was a dream,
knowing she couldn't unsee what she'd seen.

The friar came running,
placed his hand o'er his heart.
For there lie Rosaline,
her soul long depart.

She left a note, knew they'd all like to know,
what lead her to take this desperate road. '
The sisters kept crying, the friar picked up the page
and slowly but surely he read what it said.

"My sisters, my friar, I love you all so,
but there's something I told you you didn't quite know.
See it was my fault my Romeo's dead.
I shouldn't have left him. I shouldn't have fled.

He found someone else, and that was okay
I had found God, and he didn't complain.
But if I had stayed there, holding his hand,
it's likely he would stay here, and his life would be grand.

Each night when I kneel and say my own prayers,
I hope to the lord they're both with God up there.
I pray for the children they were going to have,
for the life that I ruined, that wasn't so bad.

I didn't deserve to continue my life.
Just like Juliet deserved to be Romeo's wife.
Just bury under a field of small rose,
and I'll think of you wherever I go."

Benvolio
His best friends both killed over some silly feud,
Benvolio had no idea what to do.
He looked towards the dagger, he looked towards the gun.
But he couldn't decide to choose either one.

So Benvolio tried to be the strong one.
He reached for the pen, and he grabbed a new one.
He put pen to paper, and he started a song,
he wrote about tragedy, he wrote about love.

He sang till his throat burned,
and it sounded lovely.
The crowds they all gathered,
considered themselves lucky.

Benvolio shared a story with the world,
a story of something that he saw unfurled.
His story amazed many more than he thought,
and his music helped Lady heal her broken heart.