(pause)
Is that the tragedy? That the son of a shooting star Is just... a man? hamilton jr script
I never held a pistol in anger. I never bet the farm on a pamphlet. I paid my debts. On time. I walk into a room, And they look past me — Looking for you. (pause) Is that the tragedy
Or maybe that’s the victory. You burned so bright so the rest of us Could learn to live in the warm light — Not consumed by it. hamilton jr script