A Rising Star

A vision burns within my soul, a promise yet to unfold, To make my mother proud, to see her face aglow. One day, she'll shout to the heavens, 'That's my son, my shining star!' And in that moment, I'll know I've traveled far. My family will gather 'round, their faces beaming with pride, As they proclaim to the world, 'That's our hero, our heart's inside!' The applause will thunder, a deafening roar, As Panashe's success is celebrated, forevermore. My loved ones will smile, their voices ringing out in glee, 'We win!' they'll shout, as we bask in victory. For I am unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with, The devil's schemes, the taunts of frenemies, mere whispers in the wind. Witches, hold your horses, for I am not to be underestimated, God's power courses through my veins, my spirit unbroken, unafraid. I have wings to fly, to soar above the noise, A tower to hide, to seek refuge in times of joy. And when I stumble, I'll find a shoulder to lean on, A guiding light to lead me through life's labyrinthine journey, till the dawn is won. I am a rising star, a celestial body in ascendance, My light will shine, illuminating the path, dispelling the shadows' dance. And when the world beholds my glory, they'll know