Beneath the dazzling lights, we chase the dream,
A world where fame and fortune gleam,
Yet often lost within the gleam,
Is the silent cry, the unseen theme.

In every smile, a shadow hides,
Behind the glamour, the soul divides,
The public eye, a constant ride,
Where true selves often must subside.

The praise and cheers, a fleeting sound,
In crowded rooms, we feel unbound,
But in the quiet, darkness found,
The heart’s true longing, so profound.

So as we tread this golden lane,
Remember joy and also pain,
For in the end, what will remain,
Is the love we give, beyond the fame.