CHINA ROSE

In a room with walls of pale jade She sketches out her grand charade

Brushstrokes paint her Hollywood scene Where she's the star on the silver screen

Far-fitting scripts hide beneath her bed Dreams come alive through the whispers of her dad

Heart of East where she's biding her time Lip-syncing life she's made up her mind

High above the alley's gloom In her mind white roses bloom

Up in the clouds feeling shame no more On silver screens where a star is born

Up in the clouds where her dreams unfurl From Shanghai lanes to the Western world

East on breaks with the sound of factory bells But in her ears Hollywood swells

Recited lines and in English spoken clear In mirror's glass a star's image appears

Silent scream play of her heart's true desire Every scene crafted in ways she's aspired