In a battle for my voice,
I stand as a shadow.
Watching through the glass,
I am in search of my soul.
I am trapped in a glass,
I miss walking on the grass.
You think because I smile
I am fine,
I have no choice but to shine.
I am treated like a property,
Maybe it\'s because I was born in poverty.
Now I have reached puberty,
Maybe I\'ll see liberty.
But let me not rise my hopes,
I am still in the backstage.
Was I born as a curse?
I have two lives to live,
One of sorrow and the other
Is of pretence.
I wonder will I ever catch happiness,
Let me get back to the stage,
I have teeth to advertise.
I am Mdue (the rising star)