Glowing Light
As a little spark I was dimmed by other lights
I was strung along on a strand of a christmas tree
I was content until one day I became too bright for my strand
Burning so bright the other bulbs blew
I was reborn as a lam light stronger and beeming
I was happy to be alone until I realzied it was hard
No support glowing by myself though the ceiling light was used more
In a jealous rage I accidentally blew myself trying to keep up
But thats okay because reborn again I glew bright with another light
We shown together glowing to make our spot in life the brightest
I feel brighter than I have ever been
Spark begin to fly
Bam! We make a strand of christmas lights together.
I have found a purpose keeping my strand glowing
When I am shining all day long to make sure the have eenrgy flown to them
They make sure im glowing with them
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