Thought Of a Rising Star
The curtain opens
the crowd is cheering
My adrenaline is pumping
I'm Ready.
But I can't help wondering
Will it still be like this?
After I'm gone will people still be chanting my name?
Will my legacy live on?
Or will I become a just a distant memory?
My accomplishments dissolve into being a has-been?
No.
I won't let that happen.
I AM a revolution.
I can't give up.
I won't give up.
I will not die!
Let the competition begin.
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