The star

The star in my life will shine again. You mate not see it. But it is there. It hides behind your doubt of me. Only a true believer can see it—someone who believes in me. Who doubts me? Won't see the best in me. I am the shining star that brightens my days because I believe in myself. You always try to put out the light in me with your world of thought. You are saying doubt for words to me. My light will shine because I believe in me. Just because you say I won't shine, my light will fade—the hope and brave I have for my life. I will keep the light on—no need to pretend you see me. I will fly high in the sky. As long my star shines bright. I will always find my way back. You don't need to believe in me because I believe in myself. I will always be in the light, even when you turn the light off. The light will shine on me. So I can see where I am going. It is my sign of hope and joy. That I will always find my way drew dark days. My shiny star will guide me without you guiding me because the star will shine right on me. I will call it my lucky star.