Ten Years, Still Non-Stop
Ten years ago, the lights went up, And history began to rap. A scrappy, hungry orphan son And my feet started to tap... And every theatre kid was soldβ We breathed the magic in the air.
Now itβs ten yearsβTEN!βand my heart Is doing cabinet battle flips, I hum βMy Shotβ in grocery lines, And air-write lyrics on my lips.
I dream of spinning turntables, And of duels at dawn, Of the Schuyler sisters arm in arm...
This week Iβll raise my Playbill high, A proud, dramatic, crying messβ Because Hamilton taught me to try, To fight, to love, to say βyes.β
Ten years gone, but the fireβs still warm, And the story still pulls us in closeβ And I canβt wait to scream along, Front rowβ¦ or just in my bedroom, though.


















