Become
Shedding tears I can see darkness,
I can see whats real.
I guess thats the curse of an artist,
I don’t know what to feel.
A feeling like I’m numb,
feeling better than some.
Unknowing whats gonna come,
clueless, excited, and young.
Still have a lot more to see,
because life has just begun.
My friend your already free,
watch what I will become.
Watch as I rise above,
be greater than those before me.
Watch me be the one,
to have people adore me.
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