The song that was not heard

Even in the limelight and the adulation,
Even when he inspired some and was despised by many,
But when he retired behind the curtain,
Nothing could heal the scars of his childhood,
No glamour or flashy clothes could revive his broken spirit,
it was like a venom in his body
That was killing him softly,
It was like a bruise in his heel,
which bled every time he took a step
It seemed that he had it all but way inside there was a child
In search for love, in search for something that fame could not buy
The shades could not hide the void in his soul,
The plastic surgeries could not alter the punches of the past,
And he cried deep inside but nobody heard that voice,
So he was alone and he had to entertain the crowds,
And to keep the applause going,
he fenced himself behind a cool image
But inside was still that child in fear,
A child who did everything to limit his resemblance with his dad
But in the meantime, wished that he could dance with him again..
And hear him say: Son, I am proud of you..
In this business No one can afford to be vulnerable,
So behind the wigs,
so behind the rumors and tons of pain killers
Is trapped a soul in pieces,
A voice that can’t be heard
A pain that can’t be read
And the fans are waiting,
can’t let them down
And here we go again…
On that stage I am alive,
Later for my solitude and my open wounds,
only the pillow knows the song of my life
I am sure some sleeping pills will do the trick… 　　
If ONLY.......