The price of fame; What's in a name? Feverishly gearing up your act; Not knowing what rules to enact. You keep looking into the mirror; As you rehearse your lines with all vigour; Knowing that deep down in your soul, You have missed the mark with just a meal in a bowl. You know, you have sold your soul to deception; And there is just a thin line between reality and imagination! You let the very essence of who you ought to be, go; just for a moment of faded glory, and now you say no! Yet there is One Who still knows and grieves; For by His stripes we are healed! His Love and Scars are a reminder of His Sacrifice; So don't let it be in vain even in your lingering demise!