Staring at that star atop the sea
Glittering gold, so beautifully bright
I once thought that it would be me
Touching that dancing light
That it would be me
At the top of the scene
Winning the war
But fate laughs bitterly
And I'm cursed to stay afar
To watch the others lead
To see them touching the stars
And me
Me,
Cursed by the stars
To remain far,
Far from my dreams
For now, for eternity.
oh the irony
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Epiphany
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