Oh, your beautiful glow shines
Upon us miserable men
On a journey where dreams are met

To my dismay, only few stop to admire your celestial light
And fewer tend to thank you for your bright eyes that serves as a beacon our hope with all their might

To them, you are the savior of the lost, an admiration to the poor, beautiful to many, and a ray of light to the broken and more

To me, you are the droplets of our tears that are shed for one or many in hopes of a better state.

To me, you are the pieces of our souls placed upon us to guide us in our tragic lives that we hate.