One day,
You might hear someone say,
'There's nothing for you,
Just as well, leave the game,
Put your dreams to rest,
It's for your best.
You might just as well,
Fold your wings,
Live in a shell,
Nothing like you probably were
But there's no need for you to be,
If you truly believe what you can't see,
Breaking walls around you and
Letting the fire burning inside you,
Spreading the glow around,
Then the world will truly see,
What you were meant to be.
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