To be a star, you must shine your own light, follow your own path, and don’t worry about the darkness, for that is when the stars shine the brightest.
Napoleon Hill
My Own Star
Many a time, I look at the sky
And wonder how serene the stars look
I wish to reach out, and fly
And trap them, by hook or by crook
But, then, I hear them say from afar
That the stars aren’t for me alone
Frowning, I wished on a shooting star
For a star, that would be my own
I heard a wolf howl aloud,
Standing by the window, I looked around
There it sat, howling at the dark cloud,
Captivating eyes and a body of scar and wound
A look at the wolf, brave and courageous
And I realised my life might have a scar
And might look ever so mysterious
But, now, I know, I can be a star, MY OWN STAR!!
