Silver screens  what we remember,
The magic of the show, the faces of the silver screen.

The stars on the street span far and wide,
Their names etched in stone with a star to show how high they went.

Success and Fame walk hand in hand, and some you know by face, others by name.

As the bright silver turned to colors, we were able to almost touch it,
The worlds which made us smile, or cry.

Alas, time goes on and so does it, the names fade into history, save one boulevard.

If we're all dreamers, if all the worlds' a stage, ad if we are all stars of our own shows, then those names on those stars are the masters of the craft.

When the screen blacks, our lives return to normal.
But the celluloid stars are just around the corner,
The golden of age of fame, before gossip and self shame.

In an age I even now romanticize, even the dark history seems to shine.

So while we love our HD and our 3D Real D blockbuster hits,
Let's not forget the names who set the standards.  

So while stars burn out bright, some burn forever if you know where to look.

Before our flashy flicks, we had the black and white generation,
It taught us to love, it taught us to cry, it taught us to shine and stand as we were.

Before the media became pure entertainment;
It was a piece of work, the moving art.

Silver screens may be a relic of the past;
but they still strong.