Marc Almond

Lost little child star
You stand on the stage
Your head in your hands
While you cry
You feel so afraid
That your beauty will fade
Into the indigo sky
Glamorous, beautiful, tragic and doomed
Always someone new close behind
All those tears, or just nails
Which harden your heart
What will I find when I look in your eyes?
I'll find that beauty is all in your mind
We grow and we bloom