The Maker
I am but simple, feeble, and small;
but through what I build, I can inspire
a light in others of infinite fire.
i am but plain, but I can make great and tall,
a image of wonder to spark in all
a new belief and hope of dream.
If i could teach but one story or two,
my life will be full with rejoicing love.
I will help others reach the stars above.
To those that envy and others that rue,
I say there is more for you too.
You can help others and spark with gleam.
Fight to become a maker with me,
to create a story for others to find;
it will inspire the broken, hopless, and blind.
Then shall we shout with joyous glee;
"We love to make, now we see,
and we love to teach people through our theme!"
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