Do you see the ground after you've
Stepped onto it?
It treasures your print, as it knows
You're off to fulfill your lagacy.
As you walk, the wind whispers to all
Who's willing to listen,
That you're the one,
The one who's been long awaited.
You hold the world in your hands,
But you haven't realised it yet.
That it is your duty,
To make people feel,
To make people dream once again.
You write your own world,
You paint your own world,
You sing your own world,
But what you don't realise,
Is that you have a world,
Right before you,
That needs to hear your encouraging
Words of healing,
That needs to feel your delicate touch On their hopeless lives,
That needs to listen to your voice,
Promising to find hope,
Where hope has managed to escape.
Do you not feel the lightning,
That's full force in your fingertips?
Do you not see how when you speak,
People listen to you?
How your words can bring emotion,
To an emotionless nation?
Your life is not like theirs,
No wonder they cast you out,
No wonder they make you feel bad,
For the fire you hold in your bare
Hands.
Your touch is magical,
Your voice is enchanting,
Your words are echoes of what should
And what shouldn't.
Everyone knows it,
Everyone sees it in the fire behind
Your eyes,
Everyone hears it in symphony,
Behind your words.
Everyone sees it clearly,
It's just for you to finally realise,
That the world,
That the future is up to you.
Because you aren't just anyone,
You are legendary.
~n.s
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