In the night
The sky flashes blue, green and red
And some extra colors will also appear
From the canon of of your head
There is nothing so great
As a light standing still
Like an immovable soldier
With the ironist will
And slashing 'round
Brings robes to the ground
It's all space wizards
Or dreams of nerds
And people will ask How ya doing?"
You just say "Fine." Not to ruin
Their day
Because it's not okay
But with swords made of laser
Any stargazer could be a star
In their own right
We need but to write
It down
All around
Here's to you
Hearing that sound
That you are the Chosen One
And like father
Not always like son
You stand on your own
But worlds stand there too
And all that you want
Dreams
Life
And Love
Are waiting for you
And it's not a dream
It's not for fortune
It's not for glory
It's up to you
And only you
To finish this story
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