endless
Some are made to be endless
to go on to the end of time
to be carved into memories
I hope this fate is mine
Some are born to follow
Some are born to lead
to give blessed advice
to help our friends in need
Some stars are unheard
they take wisdom to the grave
some dwell in socitey
in the end become a slave
if we open our our energy
let our inners glow
our new world of wisdom
will then begin to grow
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