The Singer
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage,
Her voice soars high, yet echoes with despair,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
She left her love, the warmth of their shared page,
To chase the dream, to breathe the fervent air,
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage.
The songs of youth, sweet laughter’s bright engage,
Now haunt her nights, where silence bites and tears wear,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
Each city’s name, a chapter to assuage,
But in her heart, the world feels cold and bare,
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage.
The longing deepens, love’s ghost does not rage,
While fans adore, none see her muted glare,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
With every note, she pens a new life’s wage,
Yet dreams of her lover linger in the air—
In glittering lights, she steps on the stage,
The vibrant crowd but masks a heart’s great cage.
Copyright © Stepha Kaye | Year Posted 2025
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