The Glorious
Out the window a thousand bright lights
Shimmer and shine with divergent size.
On a bristle land patch I stand to close my eyes.
Upon a star I desire for success;
With a dash of a dimple I cant confine it inside;
The great and powerful shine that lights on me.
To success shall come,
For those that await
In return get something great.
Oh Lord, you've done me great
To these stars I see the extraordinary;
Beyond what the world can see.
I'm ready to take pride.
For the stars make me smile,
For one day I will be renowned.
For the astonishment.
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