Have you ever considered the legacy you will leave?
I know that I'm just a wisp of smoke on the breeze
A figure in the shadows, unheard and unseen
I wanna be a star, but I'm allowed to dream

I aspire to be someone with a gentle mind
Whose every action is heartfelt and kind
Who has an open heart, who is not blind
To the facts and truth we all yearn to find

I wanna be like all of this,
Yet the truth of the matter is:

I'm human, no better than beast
Who on, hatred, does like to feast
Who cries in the dark and wishes to be released
To protect those close, that being the least

Of my worries, not lesser but large
In fact, not the only one in a pool so vast
As demons scream a ****** hail from my past
And torment me, wishing to make me breathe my last
(And trying to do so, with whatever they have in place of heart)

But if I do, no legacy will be left
Only memories, in one's heart be kept
Of this one, who at expression is adept
And with the end of the line his soul has met

So I will strive to be better than I am now
I will devour my demons, hear my vow
Through jungle and field I will trek and plough

To be who I wanna be:
A seeker of truth, open mind and kind
And convert the raging beast inside

I'll be the star of my own show,
Lest I drown in an artificial sorrow