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Darkness to Light


Moping, he makes his way down the hall

Barely contained is his emotion to bawl

All he can do right now is be bashful

but, he says I'm gonna be succesful

 

His boss is a jerk and he wants a chance

Holding him back from doing his own dance

As he takes his seat in the cubicle

he says I'm gonna be succesful

 

One day the chance will materialize

Will he deicde to take the risk

he throws out a brilliant idea to everyones surprise

 

He now walks the hall at a pace quite brisk

He sits down in the new office and cries

He's made it past the bad, and found greatness

 

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