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was her name Mariah Carey
Was her Name Mariah Carey?
A famous songbird, her plumage is loved, by many who hope
they will strike it lucky and meet her in person.
She sits in a gilded cage where there are no curtains
when she is tired of fame - takes its toll- she has nowhere to hide.
One day when the door to her cage was left ajar, she took her chance
and flew out to meet other birds
it was not easy other birds envied her fame spoke nasty words.
Scared of the hatred, she only knew adulation she flew back to
the shelter she thought as her home.
Alas, the window closed and told, “you have had
your fifteen minutes of fame somebody else will sing for us.”
In fading sunlight, she sits on the window ledge and laments,
tells everyone she once was very famous, met with a shrug
by fans who have forgotten her name, be interviewed when
old, by the jaded journalist and tell of her depressions.
A famous songbird, her plumage is loved, by many who hope
they will strike it lucky and meet her in person.
She sits in a gilded cage where there are no curtains
when she is tired of fame - takes its toll- she has nowhere to hide.
One day when the door to her cage was left ajar, she took her chance
and flew out to meet other birds
it was not easy other birds envied her fame spoke nasty words.
Scared of the hatred, she only knew adulation she flew back to
the shelter she thought as her home.
Alas, the window closed and told, “you have had
your fifteen minutes of fame somebody else will sing for us.”
In fading sunlight, she sits on the window ledge and laments,
tells everyone she once was very famous, met with a shrug
by fans who have forgotten her name, be interviewed when
old, by the jaded journalist and tell of her depressions.
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