People tell me stories, so I listen
to their tales of heroism.
They fought their demons,
the demons of their own.
Knowing that the results are unknown,
they fought for greatness.
Some succeeded, some failed.
They’ve been through hell,
and live to tell the tale.
Greatness is what they reach for,
but some wanted more.
Blinded by the ambition of being great,
they live a life full of hate.
Those who were not humble,
they suffered and crumble.
But for those who stayed true,
greatness came with no further ado.
Their greatness became a virtue.
We can be great to.
Some day it will come true.
And if it does,
be humble, because it’s a must.
Don’t let the dark side of greatness devour you,
just stay true.
Remember your roots,
for they are the ones you will salute.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
People tell me stories, so I listen
to their tales of heroism.
They fought their demons,
the demons of their own.
Knowing that the results are unknown,
they fought for greatness.
Some succeeded, some failed.
They’ve been through hell,
and live to tell the tale.
Greatness is what they reach for,
but some wanted more.
Blinded by the ambition of being great,
they live a life full of hate.
Those who were not humble,
they suffered and crumble.
But for those who stayed true,
greatness came with no further ado.
Their greatness became a virtue.
We can be great to.
Some day it will come true.
And if it does,
be humble, because it’s a must.
Don’t let the dark side of greatness devour you,
just stay true.
Remember your roots,
for they are the ones you will salute.
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