Silver Screen

I smile the brightest smile,
Walks confidence,
Endorse happy tales,

The finest feast is mine to savour,
Bright-light is my true love,
Life lies between my palms...

To you my audience...

Some say this a fairytale,
Some say a perfect destiny,
Whilst some say curse is it...

You look at me with green eyes,
Others look with sparkly eyes,
The rest just a blinky eye...

That is your voices my audience...

Let my long gone golden voice unleash itself...

I sob the painful traps,
Fall in tragic,
Endure cruel wars,

I swallow burnt and rot,
Treasures only true gem, (where can a true gem be?)
I am a slave here in your world,

That I am, my audience...

I looked you in the eye,
Wanting to speak only the truth,
Yet, needed to hold back,

Yearn to tap you with my frail fingers,
Yet only afford to stroll your shadow,
My sight the cause...

It is me, my audience...

That my golden voice...
Spoke me...
Behind the silver screen...