Scorned by those who once adored

Hissed at

Scratched

Old and weary

Worn and sad

She totters alone

Up the grimy road of tottenham court

Stops to gaze at the moon

Crying 'why have you forgotten?'

Her own memories

Haunting her

Grizabella, the glamour cat

Yearns to be accepted

As she grows old and tired

Singing a beautiful aria to the moon

She waits for the choice

To travel up to the hevanside layer

With all it's wonders

And a new life would begin