The Writers' Circle

When I were young, I had a dream
My name in lights and dance to the scene

Everyone to watch, everyone to please
My name in lights, my name in scenes

Living the dream of Americans
Living the dream of my unchallenged dream

But a last somewhere, in the midst of it all
I don't the blood of anyone to call

Years go by and my commitment's to high
Feels that the me that was deep inside
Around those years, has somehow died

I do concerts and shows to impress the crowd
Who scream at me with my name out loud

Sure it feels fine and feels so fresh
Only problem is, there's no happiness

Criticism here and criticism there
Envious of those who always glare

And more years go and press so by
Oh so much, my feelings had died

Finally, at last, I'd had enough
Enough with press who harp at me
Enough those who abhor at my meets

I go back home to feel the love
The one that I waited for oh so long
Finally I'm home, everyone's gone...