One Jewel
The jewel of the crown & the focus of the town , I admit.
I wonders who can't see me.
Try to look away if you dare.
I hear music digging deeper into my eardrums,
I feel notes trying to attack my soul.
My soul craving more passion for what I do ,
Lord oh Lord , it never gets old.
The jewel of the crown & the focus of the town ,I admit.
I pretend nobod's watching me.
Feelings forcued to move a muscle.
Touching every beat of the drum.
One must worry that my jewels will die out.
I weep from the aching pain that I love to feel.
The jewel of the crown & the focus of the town ,I admit.
I understand I am not put as a soloist
I say "This is what they've been waiting for".
Big dreams of cameras,red carpet,fame to my name
I try to pass my dream but they think it's all a game.
I hope their eyes attract to my magnetic power
That travels with surround sound.
Never give up , never give in , speaks my conscience
Cause ' the jewel of the crown and the focus of the town, I admit.
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