Up in your mind
There is the sky
Where you place your dreams
You want to be
When the sky turns dark
You see the stars
That’s what you want to be
You see the little stars
Who are alone
Then you see the middle stars
Who when all together
Make a brighter white light
Then you see the big stars
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| Fallen stars |
Who are far away?
They make their own light
Though it’s not as bright
Then you ask yourself
Why so little light
Then you wonder why
The middle stars have so much light
Maybe it’s because they are all together
Then you remember your mom
Telling you that
Sharing is key
Maybe she was right after all
Because later on
As years went pass
The big star
Died so fast
When you become rich or famous you see that the crowd you hang around becomes very small. but the middle class always seems to always work together.
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