You're like the North star. You're small and not many people notice you. But when they finally do, they see how special and bright you are and how you've lead a lot of people home. Be careful precious little star, some people will be lead the wrong way, and they'll blame you. Don't listen to them, it's their own fault, they thought it was the right way. I know you'll blame yourself though. I wish I could hug you and tell you the opposite. But I'll burn myself. And after all, you'll always be a little precious star, far away in the night sky.
