Sometimes you are called too big for people. Because the heart is too big The dreams are too big The expectations are too big
But I’ve learned what that means Is that other people are too small for you Maybe you burn too bright.
Maybe you DO feel too much
But in a dark world what people need is light Shining hopes and glowing dreams The glory of a valiant character
Maybe they will be brittle and broken and old But at least you will have had them Those pulsating memories of adrenaline and beauty Effort is no foolish thing
You may put it into only certain things, But the reason people like me burn out so quickly is because We put so much into everything That eventually we can’t put anything into everything but the thought of death
See, we glowing, shining, beautiful, people We are the ones who see the glory in effort The intelligence, the courage
We know that failing is only a small possibility If you are already in motion
We shiny people are also the darkest people But effort is beautiful and strong And effort isn’t you You don't get to be effort Effort is me.