written by: Christian Russell Kevin Medina
Dreams are as sweet as a child's wish.
I saw a man on a journey of living for his purpose.
He believed it's true and hold onto it.
He embraced hope and gave all the love it requires.
I witnessed his glittering past.
He is the most shining star on stage with his mesmerizing voice,
his charismatic smile, and his huge royal personality.
Everyone dream to be like him or just to be with him.
Everyone wants a piece of him.
Then I gloomingly saw how the curtain of the stage wrapped up.
The painful of being stabbed - the betrayal.
The gradual loss of fame and power - the downfall.
The chanteur I dearly admire has been sold without him knowing it - the agony.
My chanteur is no longer singing a note he used to hit.
He was once trapped in a reckless game he used to be enchanted with.
The stage and the opera is no longer his home.
The screaming joyful sound now turned into a midnight memory.
But music, for him, never fades as his spirit is full of love and dreams.
The biggest show anticipates the chanteur's comeback.
He passed the gift I never knew I'd be singing.
Do all things with love, he uttered.
I listen to his voice and hold his hands.
Then I just simply sing, on top of my lungs, the chanteur's song again.