nothing more than.

superstardom
a place every musician dreams of
with talent, perserverence and good connections
that platform wouldnt be hard of reach
but then nothing lasts forever
not youth
not health
nor even the sincerity of heart

when the heads start to grow heavy
the words start to grow thick
with ambition
with power
with promise of a new life

there are those who stood before them
from the start
they stand strong
but hark!
what's this?
they seem to be wavering
one by one they're struck off.
gone.
dead.
non-existent.

no screams.
no struggle.
just tears.

what happened to us all?
when status preceeds friendship

will we be sent to exile?
when pure blood preceeds a clear heart.

what grave mistake have we commited?
your highness.
i guess its our fault that we're not royalty
cuz they said royalty preceeds being human
i'm sorry guys.
sorry for being..

..just ordinary.