Fame.

Now I'm hearing voices,

And there's no one around.

The world is getting empty,
And the grass has gone brown.

Maybe I'm just lonely,

Or sad that no one's heard.

I think thats the problem,

No one knows me in the world.

I need to make my way,

Tell the world my name.

Need to make my voice heard,

Reach out for the fame.

I will cross the hurdles,

And climb the steep incline.

And I will be remembered,

Long after my time.

The winds are getting weaker,

And breeze hardly breathes.

And the sun keeps getting darker,

There's no life in the leaves.

My world gets partly cloudy,

My judgement seems so wrong.

Now I sit and wonder,

The meaning of this song.

I need to make my way,

Tell the world my name.

Need to make my voice heard,

Reach out for the fame.

I will cross the hurdles,

And climb the steep incline.

And I will be remembered,

Long after my time.